I'm done with you

"You're tearing us apart, don't you get it?" You're tearing me apart. Don't you see me? Well I don't care anymore. If you ever need a friend that will be there for you, like I was, talk to him. If you ever need someone's opinion, like I provided, ask him. If you ever need to get away from your family and spill all of you're secrets, maybe the ones you never told me, go to him. Because if he hurts you, or when he hurts you rather, I'll be somewhere else.

Throwing away a friendship over a guy is just plain ignorant and selfish. True friends don't do that. I knew that you weren't, I just didn't want to believe it. But now I know it. For certain. You don't have to be my friend, I won't force you to if you don't want to. I'd like to be friends. But not best friends. I won't tell you any more secrets, I won't bother you with any more problems. But we can talk. If you don't, however, you can hate me. I don't care anymore.

I cried. Yes. You were the last person to make me cry. I will continue to cry. But our friendship is over.

I'll keep your secrets safe within my skin, and I only hope you'll do the same with mine. We never speak of this again. I'm done. Goodbye.