I don’t know why you’ve done this, and I can’t fix anything if you keep pushing me away. I’m tired of you listing my wrongs, and not even acknowledging that you’ve made mistakes too. I’m tired of feeling like I’m worthless. I’m tired of feeling like there’s no possible way that anyone could be attracted to me, all because that’s what you’ve fed to me for the past six months.
I don’t know why I’ve let you control me the way I have. I don’t know why I’ve skipped out on plans with friends just to sit around on the couch with you. I don’t know why I’ve chosen you over every alternative I’ve ever been given, but I’m making a change right now.
You won’t work on this, so I’m done. You were right. You never meant enough to me for me to grovel at your feet, and you’ve never meant enough for me to throw myself at you like a child. You need to grow up and learn what it really means to be a man, because you’re just a boy.
You were right. You’ll never be good enough for me. And that’s only because you won’t even try. I’m so sick of it. You think that some girl is just going to fall head over heels for some guy who refuses to take her anywhere but his couch? Think again.
I’m done. I’m walking away. You had your last chance, and now you can kiss it goodbye.