I'm going to be better than this.
I'm going to be better than your apathy. I'm going to be better than your hate. I'll be better than your lies, and your preoccupations with the opposite gender. I'll be better than your quest to find yourself, and I'll be better than the way you're condescending to feel better about yourself.
I'll initiate the conversations and I'll play psychiatrist again, because I could use the practice. It is, after all, what I want to do with the rest of my life. And when you ask me how I am I'll tell you that I am just fine.
I hope it kills you.
Fuck it. I am still undecided.