Are you fucking kidding me? You love me?
You don’t fucking love me. I might be good for your ego. Hell, you might just keep me around because it makes you feel good about you’re pathetic life. What you do is yo-yo me, my dear; pulling me in when convenient. Is it partially my fault? Sure. I shouldn’t put up with it, and from here on out I wont.
But, you don’t love me. Because you don’t destroy people you love.
I don’t deserve this, and you don’t deserve me.