I don't understand.
I thought I loved
you. I mean, I truly thought I did. But just talking to you now,
as you treat me like I mean nothing to you, made something inside
me break. I'm sorry, but I refuse to be friends with you.
It's just not going to work. We're over. Completely over.
Whatever we had, it's finally, finally over. I will never
look at you the same again. I'll never be that girl again.
The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the
girl that loves you anyway. At times, you make me feel like the
happiest girl in the world. But most of the time, you give me
this way too farmilar ache in the pit of my stomach, this lost
regretful feeling, that only you can give me. Around you, I feel
like a left out second grader or a lost puppy. If you're my
so called best friend, why do you make me feel more invisible,
more insignificant, and more worthless than anyone else I know? I
don't want to feel this way ever again. Never, ever. I wish I
could be brave enough to tell you this. But oh well, here it is:
I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I
don't do it now, I don't think I ever
will.