It starts in the pit of my stomach, rising to my eyes, like a filling up. I let it come instead of fighting it, the welling making my chest heave as I start to cry. I hate to cry, I hate and loathe it.
I want to ask you if this is how it ends… Is this how it ends? Really? Is this how it ends? What are you doing? What. Are. You. Doing??!
I am trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, trying not to be angry and hurt and worried, but I am all of those things. Are you really wanting to hurt me, like this? Just like this?
This, this right here, this THIS is the deal breaker… is that what you want? Is it too hard, too much, too intense? Maybe maybe maybe… I don’t know… I am guessing, guessing guessing…
It just doesn’t make sense… there is no explanation for this except that you are being a fucking selfish pig, that you can’t man up and tell me what is going on with you. It’s so unfair and cowardly and weak.
I’m so so angry at you right now for making me feel this way. Who would have thought you had it in you. Who would have thought you had this in you?
You signed this contract just now, just now… you signed it twice… why did you do that?
What does it mean? What does it fucking mean?
Is this how it ends? Is this how you want it to end?