But seriously. Fuck you. As much as it hurts me to say these words to someone I'm supposed to hold so dear, it's all I can conjure up to attempt to parallel my feelings into something understandable, nearly tangible. I can only say them and truly mean them [as I'm sure I do] once your inherently futile [and eternally recurring] attempts to make a goddamn idiot out of me grow tiring, annoying, and [for lack of a better word] stupid.

Your constant attacks [uprising somewhere within your internal altercations] have built a barrier around me-- ironic, isn't it-- I once referred to you as a wall, infinitely screaming at me-- restricting me, but now it seems the simile has reversed in my mind: you build the wall rather than become it. You could never be my wall, for you see, walls are supportive, necessary, and generally go unnoticed. But you, however, are not.

Anway- this barrier you've created- it's becoming so thick, so strong, that I no longer feel your batterings or maulings. They bounce off of me, and if anything, tickle the bone inside me that just doesn't care anymore, so I just laugh a little. And that's what really gets to you, isn't it?

So the moral of this sad story is that I no longer need you. So all you are becoming to me now is slightly burdening and excrutiatingly annoying. So do whatever you need to do to fix whatever went wrong inside of yourself, and stop eating me alive.

Fuck you.

Yeah, I like the sound of that.