No, it doesn't work like that. You don't assume what's happening in my life, you ask me. Respect me enough to speak to me. I'm a failure I know, I allow myself to think so. You expect me to stop being myself for the sake of your selfish attitude. Just leave, I don't want to see you. I don't want to see your beautiful face, I don't want to smell your hair when you walk past, I never want to feel your soft touch again. Go ahead and avoid me, pick at my selfworth with your nails. Scratch away, get what you demand and for once and all, fuck off.