These unrealistic expectations I form from within this deficient position I’m in, leave me with nothing but hopeless anticipation for the creation of a stable foundation where termination is put to this endless rotation of that same tired explanation

I wasn’t asking for perfection, merely just a little attention and some affection, but instead you played with my heart like a piece of claymation leaving me with the inclination that I could achieve a more satisfying sensation through masturbation and avoid this self deterioration.

Is this the culmination of being impatient? Or the frustration with the condensation of words that sweat from a glass of empty conversation where so little is said but so much is heard based on interpretation which only leads to more complication.

These words that are spit out at me in one quick ejaculation leave me sitting here alone in detrimental speculation. You see, I thought we could form some kind of unification, but now I see that you were just on an overextended vacation that I came along on with my determination to show my sincere dedication which only proved to be a fruitless combination.

After much contemplation I am leaving you in isolation, and I hope that one day you can achieve emotional liberation.

This is my proclamation to employ extermination to an unhealthy preoccupation with a feeling that is probably nothing more than just a childlike infatuation!