i know i havent been a great friend to you, neither have i always been there.

actually when you called me the last time crying about the same person, i told you i disagreed with what you were doing and i told you this time i wasnt gonna help you cushion the fall, and i told you this time it's gonna fall to pieces, pray forgive me, i dont have the energy anymore to help you fight this battle, simply because it's been fought so many fucking times before.

and on my front, you've held me when i cried over the ex, you've rushed down to see me for my myraid of issues to which seems to have no end, you've made me smile whenever you knew i was sad.

but you know what? this time, i'm done with you.

i'm done. i'm done.

i'm screwed up, i know, you've bailed me out a million and one times.
but you know? at least i've always told you the truth.
about who i'm dating, what's happening and what's going on with me.

but you've said too many things, not in my face (which actually makes it worse, directed at my back)--and i dunno how to ignore it.
with me, at least, between friends, there's no half-fuck loyalty. it's there in the full or it's not.
anything in between is called pretense.

let's just stop pretending we're good friends.
we're both too busy to care for pretense.