You’re exhausting. I try my best to love you, but I feel like this is a constant battle for the upper hand. I always promised myself I’d never be the one to give up on us, but I just don’t know how much longer I can put myself through this. I feel like you’re killing me. I’m losing bits of myself, by allowing you to treat me the way you do. I want to be with you. But maybe I need to give you time to grow up, first..
