You make me weak.

You make me strong.

You make me cry.

You make me happy.

You make me speechless.

You turn me inside and out.

You make it easy for me to see how great my family and friends are.

You make me feel so unutterably ridiculous.

I can't stand you.

I can't be without you.

I don't like you.

I don't hate you.

I don't want to hold on, yet I don't want to let go.

I hate your attitude and the way you act.

You have the ability to make me feel really great, yet you have the ability to make me feel like just another penny in the wishing well.

I hate your lies, your tricks, and the things you say.

I hate the way you can make me get jealous.

I hate when you put me down.

I hate the knots I get in my stomach because of you.

I'm done. I have to be. This is it.