The relationship is killing me. Every day I spend with you causes me to die inside…and the worst thing? You refuse to let me go. You smother me to the point that I despise spending time with you, would rather have glass shards pierce my ears than hear the annoying tone of your voice and castrate myself with a red hot butter knife than have s** with you. I am revolted by your constant desire for physical pleasure when you cannot even satisfy me mentally. Your conversations are childish and meaningless, you cannot handle life like an adult but rather approach it like an entitled teenager! I wish death would find me so I could finally have a reprieve from your constant presence…No! I don’t want to have s** again and I don’t give a f*** about your work drama! I want you to leave me the f*** alone and let me be me!