kerriesakura | You know I'm no good

It's not you. It's me. I think.

It was fun while it lasted. Oh, we had good times, and when I was lower than a snake's belly you picked me up and set me right. But we both knew it was only short term and one day, we'd have to stop this.

See, everyone thinks you might be bad for me. You used to be the best thing since sliced hockey, but you might have done all the good you can do, and in fact might be doing me harm now.

And I have to try living without you. Christ knows it'll be hard. When I've been away from you, I get weak and stupid and I have to run back. But do you have to make it SO HARD to live without you? Do you have to make me so physically sick while you're leaving? Do you have to remind me I could stop it all if I just run back to you and we carry on like before?

You bastard. You're so fucking nice when it's going well. Then when I want to get on with my life because there's a theory you're making me ill that I have to try out because nothing else on this earth has worked, you make me even sicker. And this is only the beginning!

Fuck you, duloxetine. Get out. Thanks for the good times but seriously, just get out.

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