To R:

I HATE YOU. I hate the control you have over me. I hate your ability to make me worry and fret and get depressed with a word. I wish you would get out of my life forever. I wish I had the guts to tell you that. I wish I was strong enough to just tell you to freaking go away and never talk to me again.

But I’m not strong enough. You’re going to make me miserable forever.