When I first met you, I really didn't give you a second thought. But a few short months and we were best friends. Spending every single day together without fail. We were a tag-team, for once neither one of us were alone. We had more ups and downs then any friendship I've ever seen before but at the end of the day, you were you and I was me, which meant we always had each other. We went through hell and back with each other, we went through life together. You pissed me off, you did a lot of fucked up things, but I always remained by your side because I knew the person you could be and the person you had the potential to be.

The person you could be, the person you were to your core was the most amazing thing. You were the light in my life. When I was at my worst, you made me better. When I was down, you picked me up. When no else could deal with my craziness you laughed and said they were crazy if they couldn't see I was worth it. When I needed to rant or go out you'd be right there no matter what. That person was my best friend.

But then you decided one day to stop being that person that you vowed to be more often. You stopped being my best friend, my tag team partner, you just stopped. You decided it was okay to keep letting me down, to just fade away, to not care. And that hurts me more than I could ever put into words. I don't understand it. How...

For four years I've been through everything with you from the good, the bad, and the ugly yet still you could just stop being around.

For four years I have stood by your side.

For four years people have been telling me to tell you goodbye yet I never left.

For four years you have treated me less than I deserved.

But finally four years later I am done. I have nothing left to give you, you have taken it all and then some.

I have no energy left for your fuck ups and apologies.

I am done.