It's not me, it's you.

Yeah. You read it right. It's you. I'm tired of it all. So that's it -- we're through. I'm moving on, and I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together from the mess you left me in. I thought I could make you happy, but all I really did was make us both suffer.

It's better for us, this way.

But I still blame you.

;)

See you 'round?