Why
Things are fucked up again. I'm stressed. I don't want to be. Somehow you always manage to pop in at the wrong moment. You used to make me happy. Now you just make me want to cry all of the time. I'm tired of crying over you. They're wasted tears. Obviously I don't want to be with you. Why can't you just accept that and move on? You want to make me happy. Well. I'd be happy if you were just my friend. Nothing more. I don't want any more from you. At least not at this point in my life. Maybe 5 years down the road. To me, you were always a backup. If I couldn't find someone I wanted to be with, I knew I had you in the palm of my hand. You don't belong there anymore. Please go away. Leave me be. Give me space. Stop fucking up my life.