I can’t keep going around in circles with you. You don’t want me. And it hurts. Loving you hurts. Wanting you hurts. Thinking of you every goddamn second of every goddamn day hurts. Hoping someday you’ll come back is killing me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. You’re fucking killing me.
— I won’t pick up the phone anymore (not that you care anyway)














