And I'm so tired

And I'm so burnt out.
And I'm so confused.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species.

And I dont know where to start. Maybe in the middle:
-I wish I knew what to tell you, because there is way too much running through my head. But that will never ever be able to surpass the amount of things youre thinking. I think I'll never get you. And before it was a challenge I wanted to take on, now I think it's something I've just. . . accepted. And yet, maybe not. Because part of me still really does miss you. I cant just accept the fact that I'll never be able to understand you, because I dont think you get you sometimes. I mean, unless I'm patient once more and can just wait it out. Who knows, maybe youve made changes. Maybe youre ready to invest for faith, truth, belief, trust, communication, visible affection, and reciprocation into a relationship. If thats the case, it'd be great to know. If thats just not you, and if thats not what you feel to be important in a relationship, then I dont know. Maybe its a talk we still need to just sit down and have. It'd be a long one. If you could find the words.

I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother those French beaches I'd never see.

Beginning: God mother fucking Christ ass hole dammit. You need to make up your mind. Sort your fucking life out. If you continue with the stress you let get to you, then the end is nigh. And it's not like I can just be dragged along. Because thats even worse. I'm not a toy, and I'm not just going to be here for you when you need affection. You tell me you want to give me the attention I deserve and then in turn, treat me like youre ready to give it to me. For a day.
Whatever.

I wanted to breathe smoke.

End:
Thats it. /rant.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.