Of this setup.
I'm tired waiting for your calls to come. I'm tired waiting for the LED on my Blackberry to turn red. I'm tired of the games that we have tried to play.
The day you said that you love me was the happiest I've become after college. You never knew how sober I was, trying to escape the problems that have been chasing me. You were my rest. You were a refuge.
And now, rain starts pouring through you. The safest place I thought is now getting me unprotected. I don't want that.
I'm sorry, but I think...
I must leave you.