To: you. From: Me.

I can’t help but build up frustration towards you. Everything inside of me wants to lash out and scream at the top of my lungs whenever I don’t get my way with you. I see you trying but my heart is so callused that even the nicest gestures push me away. I’ve been playing a game of with my mind and it seems to play out by itself now; I don’t even need to initiate it anymore. I trick myself into believing you’re more than people tell me you are, but within seconds the truth is revealed with my true thoughts and feelings. I don’t mean to feel this way, but I can’t help but absolutely dislike you. I absolutely dislike you. The simplest things I ask of you are like mountains that need to be climbed. It is as though you want nothing to do with me and all I am is a burden to your life. Well, if you really feel that way, let me help you out and leave. Maybe that’s all we need; a little break from one another. A second to realize how screwed up we really are… I need time away from you, time to get my voice back from all the yelling I’ve done towards you. I’m sorry for being the person you never really wanted; for being that burden in your life. I’m sorry you made me come to life and now you can’t help but wish you had lived your life before you gave me mine. I’ll do my best to let you live and not interfere anymore… How selfish of me to ask for help.