I’m done with the complete and total lack of shared values and aspirations, and with your denoting my own values as an artist as worthless. I’m done with sitting at home in silence for hours on end after a long day at work, watching you spend the best part of the day with other guys online. I’m done with the lack of sex or intimacy. I’ve already established an escape plan. I don’t want to be dead at 34, buried at 74. I deserve better, and I know I can find it in this city.