Why am I with you
We don't live in the same area. You barely have time for me. You grow into a state of self-pity whenever I voice my concerns instead of taking responsibility. I also don't find you physically attractive. You lied to me multiple times, some bigger than others.
Why am I with you? Why are you with me?
Sure when we actually have time for each other, it's a blast. We talk about everything, we joke, we laugh, we flirt... but... why?
I don't see the point in this anymore. I can't just leave you but I logically don't see the point of this torture.
I resent you more than I love you.