Love That's Lost Is Still Love, But In A Different Form

Hello,
I'm sick of trying and getting monosyllabic responses.
I'm sick of being naive and having hope in things that are only apparent to me.
I'm sick of waiting for something that will never come.
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of you
I'm sick. (cos my brother tells me I cough in my sleep and it keeps him awake all night)

I'm going to stay away from you from now on
And find my own cure in other things besides making you happy
Because I don't need you
And I don't really care if it's going to make things worse
Because remember? I'm sick of trying and I don't think you're worth all this nonsense

(somehow I have a feeling that I'll change my mind tomorrow)
just shut up and eat your papaya.