Enough

No. Fuck you.

Don't tell me that I don't care, when you're the one who's unwilling to accept it. Don't tell me that I did this to you, when you're the one taking all this and making it into a problem, when there doesn't need to be one. Don't tell me that I'm selfish, when you're the one who's taking away everything from me so that you can feel better.

Why should I let go of something that's important to me and have you treat me like shit? Why should I care when I get trashed in return every single time?

You want things to change, but you are the one who's not letting it happen. How do you expect things to get better when you lash out at me for everything that goes wrong in this house? I've already given up, and lost, everything, but you are still hung up on something that doesn't even exist.

No. I'm not going to tell you anything. Because, quite obviously, you know nothing about what I want and you don't give a damn.

If I had a little more guts, I probably would go and kill myself.

I wonder what you'd think then.