Here's a simplification of everything we're going through. You plus me is bad news. But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too, but my friends say I look better without you. I'm finally ready to deal with it. I never said I hated you, I don't think that I could, but lately you've been ripping my heart out.

I'll always be curious to how you know everything except the intense way I loved you.