Has it ever occurred to you that maybe relationships require more than me doting on you every time you need attention? That maybe I would like to feel needed, appreciated, instead of you constantly taking and taking and taking and taking from me until I just have to SCREAM and cry, let my soul find relief from the torture you call love. It isn’t love, no no no it isn’t, not when only one person is told how special they are, how much they’re needed and loved. I’ll go to sleep tonight, and I know that you won’t care whether I wake up tomorrow or not.