with me.

I've been trying to write for about a month now.. and everything I come up with - I end up deleting five minutes later. So I'm done. That's it. Everything I was going to say came back to that small, yet vital, sentence. I'm done. And that's why I couldn't write anything. I'm done complaining too. I'm done whining about things, I'm done wondering why things aren't the way they seem, I'm done asking questions that never get answered. But most of all, I'm done with people.

I'm done with people who are done with me.