I give up.
We haven’t been happy for a long time. We’ve honestly just been settling. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of yelling. Being yelled at. Being cussed at. I haven’t officially said we’re breaking up. Maybe I’m too scared to say it. All I know is I’m not interested in trying to fix anything right now. it’s the same bullshit. All the fucking time. And I’ve had ebough. I need my space.