Your self-destructive tendencies have never been there to help you, rather the opposite. It was fine a majority of the time when you were on your own, but you could just never manage to keep a friendship or relationship for long-- except for Nate... sort of. The both of you had been on and off since your senior year of high school. When the two of you weren't romantically involved, you were best friends, each period lasting maybe two months on average. You just chalked it down to being non-committal, you knew he had some friends that were the same way when it came to relationships so you could only assume that he was used to it, but he wasn't. Nate always knew when the sudden 'break ups' were coming but he always hated them regardless. Now, the both of you sit across from each other in his dining room, you looking down and twiddling your thumbs while Nate just looks at you, a mixture of annoyed and tired.

She keeps her head down, not wanting to make eye contact with him at the moment, he couldn't care less, trying to think of something to say while he looks at her. Finally, he comes up with something. "I really hate you right now..." He says, taking a small pause before speaking again. "I don't understand why you end things with us every time it starts going well. Sooner or later, I'm gonna get sick of it, and I'm gonna move on, I can't keep letting you do this to me." He says, looking at her, his tone shallow and exhausted.