It's the same motion every single day. Moving along with everyone, trying not to fall apart, reassemble the little pieces of a broken mind. I've tried countless times, to put up with things, I've tried my best. But you, you aren't even trying. Again, and again, you have to push your limits; you have to win, to make you the victim. I've had enough.

Not every single quarrel, every disagreements are my fault. I suppose yes, I’m at fault at times, and I’ll apologize. But this, this alone does not give you the right to push your limits, to push me just that much close to the edge, and tell me not to fall. I can’t. I’m not you; I cannot do the things you can. I cannot follow in your footsteps. I cannot, nor do I want to just blow my top, and scream at everyone everywhere, even if I’m so much dying to each day.

I’ve been bottling it up inside, it gets heavier, stronger feeling each day. It’ll topple, someday. I’m at my limit each time you start something. I’m already stressed up enough with all that’s happening, don’t rub it in, please. I just want to run, run away. Away from this dreaded place, from this hell. I need to find solace, I need to find comfort, and peace within, to extinguish the flame of anger, and sadness inside.

I can’t wait for this to end, I’m falling apart, I’m breaking to pieces. I need to go. I’m sorry.