Unlike you, I'm not resentful. I just grew tired of you constantly putting me down and lecturing me. Of your constant whining although, ironically, I'm not allowed to complain about shit, especially to you.
I grew tired and that faded my love. I can tell that you're trying harder now to hold on, maybe because you've realized that I'm fizzling out of this, maybe because you're afraid of letting go, or maybe because we're so close to "being together" that you've decided to turn the leaf.
Regardless of what it may be, I'm sick of you always calling me a retard, calling me stupid and annoying and telling me you wouldn't do x y z to me, even though when I say I would never speak to you the way you speak to me you take it as a personal attack.
You say you're working on yourself but you love to keep me as an inferior.
I am so tired of you and of the mere thought of you that I wonder more times than not if I truly love you anymore.
No, I don't think that being with you this year is going to make it the best year of my life thus far- I lied about that, because I NEVER thought that. It would only make this year more difficult, and I did at one point think you were worth it. And no, I can't really imagine a future with us after college anymore, although at one point I did.
Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you.
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