We like too many of the same things and we have too little in common.

Do you understand? We get along too well and are too easy-going; we never fight, though we should. You are too angry; I am too pragmatic.

I love you too much to marry you; I hate you too much to let you off easy.

Sometimes I hope you will lose control and hit me. You’ve done it to others. I am afraid of being alone, and I no longer love you, and I don’t know how to tell you. I want an excuse to leave.

If I break up with you, I am an ungrateful bitch. I want to be in the right.

Sometimes, I try to make you hate me. If I am annoying, childish, too liberal, perhaps you will love me less.

Miss me less.

Stop loving me, or I’ll never leave you.

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