It's not my fault you're tired; I'm as tired as you are. It's not even my problem you're crapping all over the place; I have my own crap to clean up.

But never - NEVER - ask me to clean up your own mess.

I've been through enough mess to know how to mop it out my life. If you're struggling to be at par with me, then work hard and beat me. Just don't ask me to go down with you. I've been down long enough to suffer; all I can do is go up after hitting bottom low. So stop being a crab and don't be mental about it.

I find no pleasure in seeing you suffer. But I'm not even sure you care when I'm the one obviously suffering. Just because I take it easy doesn't mean I'm not grumbling.

That doesn't give you any license to question the sincerity of my position. I am disgruntled because all this time, I've tried hard to be on your side. It crushes me to learn that you antagonize me in spite of all the efforts I've spent in trying to please you.

Through it all, it even irks me to see that I'm trying to explain myself when I don't owe you any. It only makes me arrive to the conclusion that never will I take any more blows for you when I know for a fact that you'll never even glance my way when you already know I'm dying.

I don't need you. So get out of my life.