I'm pretty sure that's actually what I'm waiting for.

You to hate me. I'm waiting for that one day when I just say one thing too far, when I'm just a little too pathetic or pathetic too often and you decide you're done. And I'll lose the greatest person who chose to be a part of my life all because I couldn't hold my shit together. That's what I'm waiting for. And then you'll end up happy while I'll be the wreck I always was, and the world will make sense again. It will just make sense in a much sadder, much more hopeless way.