I've got a better grip on myself than you ever will. I'm already sick of you because you're not what I need and I don't mean to be leading you on, but you've got to decide where you want to be. Either give it all you've got or you're gone for good. Saying you're confused and you don't know what you want doesn't help because to me you're just a boy and I'd rather see more unfamiliar faces than yours right now. I'd rather be healthier than this. I don't see much difference between you and all the others, so maybe a farewell is better. Growing up takes time and since I know you're not in love, this shouldn't hurt too bad. I don't want to be waiting much longer.