I finally did.

And after so long, I finally did it. I finally called it off. I finally ended it. I finally walked away from it. I finally let it go. I finally moved on from it. Because for so long, you made me feel like I was so hard to love, I was so hard to understand, and I was so hard to be with. Eventhough you were the one who hurt me, but you acted like it was always me that hurt you. Eventhough you were the one who always made mistakes, but you acted like it was always my fault. Eventhough you were the one who always wanted to argue, but you acted like it was always me who's being crazy. It's finally taken a toll on me. It's finally pushed me far enough. To be honest, I don't care enough to try anymore. Quiet frankly, I'm too tired to make it work anymore. As much as I loved you, I've decided to love myself just a little bit more. If you were to ask me, I've been much happier ever since. I thought I wouldn't be alright without you, and yet I am doing so much better. Yeah, it's gonna take a while for me to learn how to be myself again. Yeah, it's gonna be hard when I miss you from time to time. But, I know. I know it's time. I know that it's not worth it. I know this is something I need to do, and I'm gonna be alright in the end.