If you love me let me go.

I don’t belong here. I don’t want to be here. I imagined things would turn out differently than they did. And now I’m left feeling like a fool.

I’m lonelier without you, but lonely still by your side. You were never truly mine. You belonged only to yourself.

Your self sufficiency was intoxicating. I wanted to learn to belong to myself too. I desired to create a longing within you, a discontentment within you, I was selfish and unworthy of your company.

I cannot shake these things I do. I cannot help but want you to want me. I’m a jealous soul that is afraid to be hurt. Constantly in need of reassurance.

It seems I only do damage. I am afraid to face life alone and that caused me to push everyone away.

We all want what we don’t have. And I’m so sick of it that I’m giving up on ever finding her. She’s better off without me and I’m better off giving up on these dreams, they only hurt.

I’m leaving for me and I suggest you do that same. Don’t wait up late at night for my phone call, it won’t come.