rip_out_the_last_page leif there's nothing written on it anyways... you aren't my soul mate. you aren't my end all or be all. you aren't my resolution to the deepest loss I've been through. you aren't the greatest insight into my soul. you aren't a book in my life--maybe a chapter. please, just rip it out. remove the pages that are left. I haven't got any letters left to write. I'm tired. you have made me tired. this isn't love. you're keeping me perched between sanity and loyalty. and I'm so done with the latter. I'm so done. I want my mental health more than I ever wanted you. please...let me go... 150427 what's it to you? who go blather from