Sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of your silliness. I don't know why you keep arguing all the time. I wonder whether you won't never stop... because if the answer is yes, I'm afraid I won't be there to stand you. I've bared so many things I dind't have to, but my patience has reached a dead-end.

I just wanted peace... and you didn't bring it to me. Is it that hard to just live your life without pointing at mine? I wouldn't have thought so... I wish it could be as it was before. I wish it were that easy... I wish that times when you and me could talk about everything, could joke without hurting each other, came back.

You chose. Now it's my go and I'll choose too. I'll choose an end for this all.