I’m glad for what we had together, but it wasn’t meant to be. You’re not a bad person but you’re a shit friend. I wish you would change. I wish you could be better for them. Sometimes I hate you. Sometimes I reminisce on our friendship. Our calls. We had some good times. But I wouldn’t change it, no. I’m so glad to be away from you. I’m so glad not to get your slew of messages on how you want to die and wondering if I hate you. I dont hate you. Part of me still loves you, but a part of me despises you. I don’t know. I wish you would change. I wish you could have apologized for all the shit you did to me. I wish my last words to you weren’t, “I’m sorry.”

