I’ve never felt like crying more than I have now. I can’t talk to you anymore. I thought we were friends but it’s always me me me, never we. I feel so broken inside. I’m sure you’re more than happy I’m leaving. This has gotten unhealthy. I guess we are too different, too damaged from our pasts that we project our newfound strengths on each other. I don’t let women get away with hurting me or try to take advantage and you don’t let a guy control you or tell you what to do. It’s funny, I wonder what we could’ve been like a year ago.
I don’t know what I want. I have no one to talk to. I’m not sure if I’m okay with that but I don’t have much of a choice. I’ve always felt relationship stuff is personal and private. If we do end things, I’m sure you’ll tell everyone how great you were in taking me in, that you did everything for me and that I was jealous and insecure and untrusting. I don’t think I care anymore. Tell them what you’d like because the truth reveals itself eventually.
I just want to clear my head for a while and decide what I want. I’ve never been talked to the way you talk to me. It’s ugly. You’re ugly when you say those things. I’ve sacrificed a lot for you just as you have for me. So please, keep thinking about your problems. I worried about both of ours.
Blah. Someone just kill me, I think I’d make peace with being dead. I’ve got nothing now. I’m not even me anymore. Wake me up.
Tired of being mistreated. I can give the world and it’s not enough for you. What happened? We were so happy…guess my insecurity and your selfishness, plus both of our financial problems really tested our relationship. We’ve failed.