It’s all my fault.
I’ve been thinking about breaking things up with you or at least taking a break from each other for the past couple of days. I feel like I just can’t do it anymore. Maybe we’ve grown apart, I don’t know exactly.
I’m young, in my first few years of college, in my first year on my own. I want to party. I want to go to clubs. I want to dance. But you. You’re older, and you’ve experienced all of that. You never want to do anything like that with me. Which is why we get bored so often.
Whenever you stay out late with the guys I always wait for you to come home. You couldn’t even wait five minutes for me to get home. I go to work in the morning and you do absolutely nothing.
I never ask you for anything. You never want to go out with my friends, but I go out with your friends. It’s not fair. Everything you ask me for, I give to you.
So for now, I’m done. I’m done with you. It’s time for me to be happy.