"I'll talk to you later."

You don't want to talk to me. I understand.

I only ever cause problems for you, anyway.

Truth is, I know it's better also if we don't talk.

It's not worth it for me to talk to you.

Or vice versa.

That's why I never wanted to say anything.

And it seems that every time I try to contact you,
it's only because I'm having a problem.

It's not worth it for you to contact me because
I'm not one of those you need to keep in contact with
because all I ever bring is drama.


Good grief, look at me.

Wallowing in my self-pity and being depressing.

It's no wonder.


It's not worth it for either of us.

We clearly don't have anything to do with each other anymore.

I won't bother you anymore.