You am I.

Hey you,
Obviously we've come to some misunderstanding with each other. I thought we wanted the same thing. Igave up our time, and put in commitment and perseverance, but it didn't seem to work out. In fact, when I tried to do my best, you wrecked it by doing your worst. Mistake after mistake, and the more you make, the more I stuff up as well. But why? Why would you do that? We're exactly the same, yet completely different. I hate you. Your thoughts run parallel with mine, because they're the same. Yet, you manage to somehow change our flow, and send it crashing down.
You're ruining my life.
I thought I knew you, but I don't understand you at all. Ironic, because I know your every move, every single reaction, every thought. I know every bit of you. And I hate it. But I can't change it; you're not helping either.
I suppose I have to deal with it. I have my whole life with you to work it out. It would be grand if you made it easier for me.
From me.