Hate me. Love me. 

Expect me to hold everything for you. 

Expect me to be there 24/7.

Call me late at night. 

Make me listen to all your issues.

Zero sleep for me. 

“My family is toxic.”

“My life sucks.”

You’re so negative.

I could give you the moon and you would go out of your way to find the flaws in it. 

You want me to give answers. 

You want me to be your everything.

You expect me to be fine. 

You never ask why I look so broken. 

Maybe you don't even see it.

Maybe you don't want to see it. 

Maybe you never cared. 

You want me to drop everything to help you.

That's how it's always been. 

Your emotional support animal 24/7 365.

Guess what? 

I’ve had it.

I’m done. 

My time with you was exhausting. 

You took but never gave. 

I’m tired, I’m drained. 

I spent so much time working on you I forgot that the whole reason I wanted companionship was because I needed a shoulder to lean on. 

Let's be honest here, you just aren't it.

I’m done letting you drag me down with you.

We’re done.
Don't call me again. 

Don't ever speak to me again. 

I want nothing to do with you.

I’m not happy when you're around. 

You drag me into your personal hell and expect me to guide you out.  

Well here's a wake up call for you; I’m not fixing your problems. I’m not listening to your bull shit. I don't exist for you. I exist for myself. I deserve to be happy. Guide yourself out of hell. I’ve been out for a long time.