Dear You,

I'm so done.

I can't. CAN'T. keep doing this with you. It's physically and emotionally draining.

It's over, I'm done. I'm not texting you anymore, I'm not going to Perkins just to talk to you. I can't DO IT ANYMORE. I'm sick of crying over you, I'm sick of you getting mad about stupid little things.

I CAN'T.

Maybe one day you'll realize what you had. You'll realize that I really did love you, and I was right in front of you the whole damn time. That I am capable of being loved and loving you. You're gonna realize what you passed up, and by then it's going to be too late. You had me close, then you slowly started pushing me away. You pushed just hard enough and now I'm not coming back.

You're on your own.

I hope you find someone who can make you happy.

-Meg