Boyfriend......

We're just not good together anymore. I know you love me and I love you, too. But, to be honest, every time I think about you I just feel depressed.

I don't like having sex, any more. I'm never satisfied. I always start to have a panic attack when you come onto me because I know you're going to want me to be satisfied and I know I won't be. I don't want it when you want it. I want it when I'm fuckin done with whatever the hell I'm doing.

You're too nice.... but I also don't like it when you're not nice... Can't you be that positive, individual man that I love? The one that's polite and kind but is still his own person?

It's not okay to use suicide as a means to keep me with you. That's dumb and childish and a really low move.

I don't really fucking know what I'm going to do about all of this.... I guess I'll talk to you about it when I see you.