Go away.



You are not my shadow;

Stop following me around.



No, I don't want to talk.

I don't want your arm around the back of my chair.

I don't want your opinion on everything I do.



I only find it annoying that you laugh when I'm not even being funny.



My feelings are not your business;

I told someone else instead.



I am not your babe.

I am not your sweetie.

I am not even your friend.



Your jokes aren't funny anymore.



You aren't the first to 'fall in love' with me without my permission,

Don’t think you'll be the last.



I don't need you to compliment me on my work,

I know I'm good,

And I know that you would compliment me even if I wasn't.



I put that stuff on the chair next to me so you wouldn't sit there.



I don’t need you to tell me what to do,

I’ve spent 16 years without you and I’m doing fine.



Stop making such a big deal out of everything,

It doesn't make people want to help you,

It just makes us run out of patience even faster.



Are you retarded?



When I avoid you,

It means that I don’t want to be with you.



Please, do me a favour;

Take a hint,

And leave me alone. 

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I don't know....I was just free-writing and this sorta formed...I quite like it; effectively sums up my feelings towards a certain someone right now...