It's really hard for me to admit I need help, and it's really hard to admit that I need someone. So, when you don't bother to call me back or show up because you knew something was bothering me, what does that mean? Do you really want to be here, or have you just been working really hard to fuck me over? You're the person who says that you understand me better than anyone, and you are the person that wants forever. Right now, you aren't worth the time I spent writing this.

Yes, I'll be fine. Yes, I'll survive. But, the next time I don't let you in, don't be surprised.