I feel more alone with you than when I am alone. I never thought about death so deeply until you entered my life and I don’t know how to be free. You make me feel insecure. You make me feel small. Parts of me wish I had never met you, other times I’m grateful for the lessons on what to never date. I’m miserable and I hate opening up to you. I wish I could make you feel the way you make me. Maybe you’d stop belittling me, making me uncomfortable, saying things that hurt. But… I know you don’t care. You say you do, but in less than 5 minutes, you’re preoccupied again. I wish you would just go away and that I could gain the courage to break up with you.