everybody knows

you're not doing this to him, are you?

I'm willing to bet everything I am that you're not.

You keep on trying to make me regret leaving. What the fuck else could I do? You left me with no fucking choice. None. Zero. You put me in a fucking box and then had the nerve to try and knock me down once I got out of that box, and then you're making me feel like an asshole for leaving the box in the first place.

What the fuck do you want from me?

I try to keep my head up, I try to think positively, I try to dodge whatever comes at me. The other day I was about to make a really stupid financial decision and I didn't, because my gut told me not to. I'm developing instincts-crude ones, but instincts all the same. Stop fucking punishing me for what you fucking did to me.