de ville

you are no good. you don't respect me. you don't love me. contrary to what you said. i can't believe you. i want to, but i can't. everything out of your mouth is a lie. we could find some happiness together, but not until you come clean and be honest with yourself. i am washing my hands of you. i need to turn off the attraction. i remember reading in psych 101 that when people are attracted to you that makes them more attractive in your eyes. the bulk of it is probably that. your attraction makes you more attractive.

because i have to deal with you at least once a week, i have to put on the acting face. play possum. friends close, enemies closer. art of war. i must become more manipulative and conniving. all just to survive in this toxic babylonian society. just to fit in. game on i guess. with you, i have to be ruthless, because that's what i'm dealing with. i will supress my true feelings and good intentions, and play the game. i can't expect anything good from you because you are bad. i know this, now must be strong enough to follow through. you answered some of my questions, it has to be enough. all i need to know/hear. you have to be dead to me. you aren't yet, but will be. it's on you. we are done. goodbye.