I have a headache because I keep thinking about what to do with you. We aren’t really friends anymore… but we aren’t strangers. What do I do with you? You’re so ugh. Can I like just smack you across the face right now? I just feel like punching/hitting/beating the crap out of you. You make me mad.
I’m done trying. I’m not going to be the only one trying and putting effort in this. You obviously don’t need me in your life anymore. So I won’t try to put myself in your life. But, don’t come crawling back to me when you don’t have anyone to go to. Because I’m not going to be there for you.