I’m done and I think I really mean it this time. I’ve given it a lot of chances and I’ve reframed it a lot of ways. I’m done trying to understand how your mind works and how you see the world. My world is simpler without you. And right here right now, I don’t even miss you. I’m actually annoyed at the thought of you. I’m annoyed that I spent so many brain cycles thinking about you, that I stayed up so many nights wishing for you, that I ever waited with bated breath for some sort of response from you. I’m done with you.