I hated living with you, you never knew me. You brought out the worst in me, and I hated the sound of your voice and all your senseless topics, lack of intimacy and depth. For months I became your problem hoping you would stop being my problem and leave. Finally you left and the heavens rejoiced... But somehow you keep coming back, not to me but my atmosphere. I feel like I can just scream at you..... "Why cant you just FUCKING leave!"