i’m tired of you yelling at me

 

tired of you making me feel second class.

tired of your guilt trips.

i’m not fond of being the victim.

even if i do love you, you’re no longer worth my heartache.

did you know that some of your comments have the power for me to not eat for days?

probably not.

i’m done sweetie.

i wish we never became friends.

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