It's not you, and it's not me; it's quite definitely us.

I'm quite convinced that this mood I've been in has been transforming any and all emotions that I have into anger. It is 2:28 in the morning, and my brain will not shut down because as always, there are still things I want to say. There are still questions I want answered. Still this beating fury inside of me that refuses to quiet my thoughts.

Hence the title of this blog. Yes, it's supposed to sting. No, you don't have to keep reading. I just have to keep writing until some sense has come from this, and my mind becomes more willing to shut down.

We've all met them. Those contagious people that are no good for us. Maybe family, a friend, a lover. Everything screams that it's wrong. And yet, we remain. Time and again. Waiting for a miracle. For it to either stop hurting, or them to get it right (and my use of right here is relative, it only means our expectations for that person).

Don't expect. Rule number one of loving humanity.

I'm such a rebel. Such a rulebreaker.

Such a heartbroken mess.

So really, it is you. But it's only the you that I think I need you to be. Only a perception of what I think is best. Of my answers. Of my solutions.

But it's also definitely me. The me that cannot let go of what I want. What I desire. Which quite simply, should be simpler.

But more than both of these, it is simply us. Separately, everything works. But together, everything falls apart. Or breaks. Or tarnishes. We can't ever say what we really think, because that would mean admitting that we simply cannot live together.

Until now. When I am done.