I know that what you think is going to happen, isn't going to happen as rapidly as you think... I know that. So why am I here? It's because I didn't like the way you said it. You made me feel like I was 4 and stupid... again. You are so cold to me now. How did it get to that? How did it come to the point where I'm seriously considering giving up after all of those painful months that I struggled to hold it together and keep it going? I went through hell for you... for me and you. I damn near killed myself to keep us from drifting apart and in ten short minutes, you took the liberty of tearing down any bridges I fought tirelessly to keep from burning.
You're killing me and I have to make a decision. Either I have to accept that you are just an immature bitch and deal with it, or I have to let you go.
I don't know what my answer is to that yet... I just don't know anything anymore.
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