You disgust me and I want nothing to do with you.

I feel nothing for you.

I don't want to hear your stupid voice and being next to you makes me feel sick.

Every single thing you do, whether it's space, ignoring, criticizing, whatever it's all word vomit to get me to smile and when it doesn't work then you try to convince me that it's all my fault with somehow that I'm a bad person and I'm just like you which is complete dog shit. I'm nothing like you and the worst mistake I've ever made is being in the same room as you. That's all I can think about every time I see you is washing all of this shit off my hands.

No, I don't have to live with my mistake. I don't have to live here with you in the middle of fucking nowhere. I don't have to live in your lies and work arounds to make me stay. The further from you physically the better I feel. I look in the mirror and I see all that's happened since you leading up to right now and what it's done to me. What I had before you. I look in the mirror All I want is to wash my hands of your feces.
Being in the same room with you it's a prison and you run around the walls patching up any exits and yelling loud noises to keep me stuck in the middle of the room.

But I see something you don't. A way out of this hell and everything to do with you.