The End.

What is with this constant take, and take, and take, and no give?
Who are you to think you can play this game with me? To think that you have some awe-some power that makes you so fucking great to take advantage of the person I am? You trot about whining and crying about all of your fucking problems, how people take advantage of you and how you hate it. But look at you, how are you ANY fucking different than them? A really well known quote goes as follows; 'You need to be the change you want to see in the world.'

For all of the time I have become aware of your existence, I have known you to be selfish. But when I first met you, I knew you not well enough to tell you so without seeming harsh or frank. Now, now I know you better than anyone else. I know the real you, what you are at your absolute worst, and how you are when you feel your best. I also know every single one of your in-betweens. For each, I have to unfortunately say, none of them are good, and that's what I can't understand.

Before you had hit rock bottom, and before you subconsciously rearranged your entire structure, I knew your limbo's to have been better. I knew you to be genuine, and I defended that in front of the faces I fear and respect most. I did the opposite of what I stand to believe in their presence, I disrespected them in the worst possible way, to defend you and your petty self. And what for? What was any of that screaming, fighting, psychotisism good for? Absolutely nothing. Like many of the other things I thought I knew to be true about you, it all meant nothing. It's by far one of the biggest let-downs I have ever seen in the entirety of this semi-psuedo thing called friendship.

Perhaps no rearranging had been done, maybe you never changed anything, and I have just been completely blind and naive to everything I have subconsciously known. Maybe it was my fault for ignoring the bland signs of nature, because I believe in second chances and finding the better in people. Maybe it's my own fault, for not really seeing you as you were when I had the chance.

Aside from asking you who the fuck you think you are, I'd like to lay something down, something I should have done a long ass time ago.

If this "friendship" means anything to you, you'll change from this self-absorbed bitch get-up you're so fucking sucked into. Really, get your head out of other people's asses and stop looking like and irresponsible idiot. I'm not your fucking mother, I'm done picking up this mess you've left behind, and I'm sure as hell done cleaning up after you. Learn to live the way you've made me live for more than a year now, learn to GET OVER SHIT on your own, without the help of your friends, without someone there to constantly fucking baby you, like I've had to do for the past... how long? I'm done. I can't count anymore how many times I've told you 'Well, now you know how it feels.', and how many times it's traveled into one ear and out the other.

I hope you know, I'm not fucking blind, and I'm sure as hell not stupid. I'm finished with people taking my hand for granted, and I'm done letting you feel all superior, and walk on me when you should be shaking my hand. Yeah, I know you've been through your share of shit. Open your eyes, you only know a fraction of the shit I've been going through on top of dealing with the shit you constantly throw at me, because you're too fucking busy being self-absorbed and selfish, doing nothing but looking for someone to cry your oh-so-terrible problems to.

Unless you plan on changing and fixing shit sometime soon, as of right now, this friendship is done. I'm through fixing shit I shouldn't even care about. I'm not going to do my part AND yours.

Game Over.

Now, to hit 'Send'.