ve got nothing to offer these people. I can only take. And it makes me feel worse. I love you, and I can’t keep doing that to you.
I know you’ve just been through a break up and you’ve probably got all that to deal with. And your internship is like a constant high-stress situation. You don’t need me, calling you up and moaning at you.
Other end of the phone you’re gesticulating for someone to invent some reason to get you off the phone. I can hear you get like a fake call for dinner from another room. I know this is all happening.
I can’t put you through that any more.