I'm fucking done with you. This is it. I'm serious this time. This isn't love, this is an unhealthy obsession. You're all that I think about anymore but I can't take it. You're tearing up my insides. You're slowly destroying me. It was alright at first when we just had a casual relationship but its reached the point now where I need you around everyday or I just don't feel right. Fuck this shit. How could I have fallen under your spell. You don't offer me anything I've given you so much. I only have myself to blame for giving you any of my energy, especially any of my power. I guess I just needed you around to fill the boring nights, something to occupy these idle hands, this idle mind. You're fucking killing me and I just keep running back for more. You make me feel like a chump for even giving you a minute of my time. I’m addicted to you , and I know that you’re toxic*. What the fuck am I doing with you? You've fucked over so many people in the past and here I am, just the next one in line. This is it. When I see you with other people it may affect me at first but I'll be over you soon enough and this time I won't come back.Yeah that's right I'm talking about my heartless mistress NICOTINE. Fucking bitch. I quit smoking 5 years ago but I fell off in the past year. Fucking ridiculous how easy it was to slip back into it. I was always one of the people who questioned how anyone who quit could ever start again. Now I know. Dumb move. Really Dumb. Dumber than the jokes on "Two and a half men" (OK maybe not that dumb).
* yeah I threw in a Britney Spears lyric, so what?