Mark...

I think you understand that I can't come back now... I can't allow you to continuously lose whatever respect for me that you MIGHT even have still, once again chipping away at my worth both in YOUR eyes, but more importantly my own... Because I repeatedly return to a situation where I'm ultimately worthless, useless, inappropriated fucking NOTHING... Where I am told that I contribute nothing, I don't deserve to have standards because I haven't kept the roof over our head (WHICH I HAVE ABSOLUTELY DONE, MIND YOU) and therefore should just be grateful to exist in that house and in your life... Where I am repeatedly disregarded and treated like a pain fucking maid, and still shit on and tossed aside, and THEN BLAMED FOR LEAVING AT THE END OF IT ALL AS WELL JUST SO YOU CAN RATIONALIZE THE FUCKING FACTS OF YOUR MISTREATEMENT, MENTAL ILLNESS AND LACK OF CAPACITY, AND YOUR LIES. No no... Mark is never the bad guy...
Mark is always right in his evil, arrogant, cold fucking discard...

There was never any being with you. Not for real. Especially if ever I wanted to REALLY be with you.
All THAT did was show me the truth, and show me how much more learning you would have to do to even be right for me. Because YOU may think I am worthless and pathetic and childish for actually wanting a real life and a real connection with you, and wanting to explore sexuality with you, but I am actually the fucking OPPOSITE of worthless and pathetic for that (despite how this completely fucked situation makes it look and feel, yet again).

So you see..... I can't come back..... And I really can't wait until the day that this shit no longer kills ME, and sends ME crashing down in flames...

You're very clever, Niccolo...
And you don't even have to try when your attachment style makes you inherently heartless and able to rationalize away even the slightest bit of pain and regret.

Goodnight, Anthony...

Fucking, goodnight.