I Don't Think I Can Do This Anymore

So you think you can work on me like I'm some kind of algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there's nothing left on the page but a line that says x = whatever it is that is wrong with me. Then you fix it. And we can go on living our perfect little lives.



don't you get it? i'm tired. of this. of trying. of you.