I'm over it.

I'm tired of our stupid arguments. I'm tired of you bringing up the past. I'm tired of wanting to cry on the phone, trying to decide if I want to let you know, and merely ending up sitting in my tears once you hang up on me. I'm tired of not knowing. I'm tired of telling you to fix yourself, and of you telling me to fix myself. I'm just over it, it's not that great of a relationship.

I've tried to callous myself towards you, yet you just made me feel guilty in the end. I don't understand why you do this to me, why we do this to each other. Why can't you just understand we're too different, we're just not cut out for each other. Why can't you just cheer up and put a mask on, like the rest of the world. If you pretend to be happy for long enough, maybe you'll end up that way.

I hate how jealous you are, you don't have that right. I hate how hypocritical you are, your double standards are sickening. I hate how you can't understand me, how you refuse to understand me. I hate how you try to pretend like you haven't changed, when I know we both have. I hate how no matter what happens, in your eyes I'm the one to blame. I hate how you try to force me into living and holding up your ideals, when they're not mine. I hate what you turned me into. I hate what you let me do to myself. I hate what you did to get my attention, you selfish child. I hate what time has done to us, too much of it. . .I think it's time we go our separate ways. . . yet I hate how I can't stand to see you walk away so miserably.