Time for a little rant
I guess that I just don't know what to say, to make you understand the way, it seems like you don't really care at all. Why can't you just talk to me first, it'd make things so much easier if you'd just let me know, what's really going on for you. Inside your mind, who knows what lurks, signalling the lost, and making everything worse. God, I just hate the way you are. I hate being with you, I hate not being with you. I hate the things you say and the way you say them, your half lies and quarter truths. I'm sorry if you read this and you find it hard to take, but I had to get it out and tell you everything.
Fin.
Fin.