" What is your problem? Why is it such a hard work to talk to you these days? Seriously, make up your fucking mind, because I feel like I’m just floating around aimlessly until you do. I have no purpose. I’m anxious. I constantly feel like I’m waiting for something or that something is at the back of my mind. I’m really exhausted at the minute, and I’m barely leaving the house so it can’t be for any real reason, just pure mental exhaustion. And the stupid part is, YOU could change it so easily, because it all depends on you, but you don’t. You just leave me hanging, yet again. "