You're gonna miss me when I'm gone;I don't know what I'm thinking.
I'm too sensitive.
I'm too paranoid.
I'm too stubborn.
I'm too secretive.
But I'm not going to let you destroy me.
I'm not going to let you repeat my history.
Who cares about you?
Its not as if I need you at all.
So, save all the bullshit for the next person.