I am tired of your whining. I am tired of your moping. I am tired of your drama. I am tired of how hyperemotional you are. It hurts us both, and I can't believe how inconsiderate you are. I tried and tried and tried to help you, but it's going nowhere, and I have reached the limits of my patience.
When and if you are ready to let yourself move on, then I will be ready to speak to you again.
When and if seeing the world through wise eyes becomes a part of you and not just a pair of eyeglasses, then you will understand me.
Until that when and if happens, I am done being your life.
About Me
- Erin
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- Life is a poem, and I am trying to write a good one.
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