I don’t have anything left for you. Nothing. You’ve used up the overflowing patience and understanding that I had been giving you without even investing on something new. You didn’t even bother to replenish that thing. Didn’t even give a fuck on how I would feel about you doing that. Not a single fuck. Not giving the proper closure that I needed and wanted for keeping the happy things in good state and not tarnished with all the angst that I’m feeling. And with that, everything has been depleted now. All gone.
Now, I have nothing left for you. Goodbye.