Today, I realized how much I meant to you.
To see you arguing with me about how pressurizing it is to talk to me.
In the first place, why do I always complain that you have no time for me?
The effort I feel from you is almost a zero.
Why should I then put effort in this relationship?
I had enough.
I feel really tired.
I was afraid, but now I yearn for my heart to die a little everyday.
