I absolutely hate the way he laughs and how he'd leave things
everywhere, how he's so evasive everytime we'd talk about our problems
and even how he thinks there's really nothing wrong when it's so
apparent we're already drifting apart... now that it's over, it's
somehow a relief that I don't have to deal with that anymore.
It sounds trivial, but when the petty fights goes on and on and on, it
just becomes exhausting...