I thought that everything would be the same. That the world could change and that tiny little part of my life would always remain constant. However, the heart is a fickle one isn't it?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there isn't anything left here for me.

I thought if I stayed, one day we would go full circle and end up back here again. But even if we were to end up here again in the future,  the unhappiness, the distance and the discontent would just rip us apart. I want the world, you want here.

While I never particularly did anything for you, I refuse to allow you to be part of the consideration any longer. All that has brought me is heartache. Cause it has always been about you, even to yourself. You selfish bastard. I knew that you would never see me the way I wanted you too.. But I didn't think I'd mean so little to you. 

I think I'm done with this. Done with feeling hollow and empty. Done with yearning.