I think you’re growing tired of me slowly, as days go by you’re slowly getting annoyed with me and possibly thinking what we planned wasn’t a good idea. I know you’ll leave someday, I know how it goes I’ll always be stuck in this cycle. I hate it so much. I thought you were different but I felt changes around you. It sucks. Maybe if I was prettier you’d stay maybe if I was more what you wanted, you would stay. I’m trying, I’m really trying.