I am wasting all this time

 Should I tell you what I really think?

Would it change something?

In these past couple of days I've been reading my evolution since we met, the problems we (I) had at the beginning, the mistery, the fear, the pain and it all came from the same: an absolute lack of communication. You didn't let me in, you had your reason and that's fine at this point, but the problems evolved and the cause was the same. Me needing information and you not giving it away. Just a bit, just enough to not be paralyzed during the whole day because you're on the other side of the continent not wanting to come back.

In the end I was right: I don't miss you, I miss the idea of having someone that gives me conversation and companionship, but it could be you or someone else. We haven't built anything and people are starting to be very adult and I just feel stuck with you. Stuck in the monotony of blaming someone else for our problems, stuck in how easy it is to live at someone else's expenses and I'm seeing you getting too comfortable here and I need to get out of this place. This is not your home and it's not mine either anymore, disassembling the bed was definitive proof of that. I need to get out of here and you don't seem to understand it. Because you come and you go as you please and want a job that you like and at this point in life that's too much to ask for.

We will go to Mexico and we will have a good time, I am sure of that, but I don't think you will stay for much longer after that. I told you if you didn't get a job before Christmas it would be over and I stand by that, because if at least I would have seen you trying, things would be a bit different, but you decided that we would make the NGO and that would be everything when, since day one, that wasn't the plan because we knew we couldn't live from that for now. What do you want me to do? What would you do in my shoes? Love isn't everything, it never was. I have my masters and I know that's no excuse but it is my reason (and the savings I have from the time I actually worked), what do you have? Anxiety? Boredom? Lack of motivation? I don't care, I told you I would follow you wherever you could find something and I refuse to believe you are useless to everyone, you are just not trying and that is killing me. Because you keep taking me for granted and I am not, you think I will eternally forgive you and say things will get better while you play your things and forget that looking for a job is, in fact, a job. 

But I am getting very tired and I definitely do not need you. I never did, and at this point (I'm sorry) I'm pretty sure you did actually need me to become a bit more mature and a bit more like a normal human being, and that was a very fun experience to be part of, but it took away my mental health along the way and it is still doing it, you are still making me feel sick and it doesn't compensate the times I feel good. So if this is who you are it is fine by me, it really is, if this is all you can aspire to be then by all means be yourself, but you will have to be yourself without me, because I want more than this life of expectation and sadness.