Who knew. I have the strength to walk away, even when everything is weighing me down. Even if I've invested so much, I can't stick around to know I'll get hurt. I've surprised myself. Angry, exhausted, totally emotionally and physically drained, my bed is calling. Maybe we have to experience the bad times so that we appreciate the good times even more. All I know is, I'm done with you. You had your chance, hell, you had more than enough chances, and I don't have the energy to do it any longer.