my best friend.
Who knew you'd be the one to break my heart for the last time? You were the first person I really trusted here and we didn't even truly meet until almost my 4th year in this weird city. I guess what they say is true, good things don't last.
We were the outcast, the weirdoes. Together we conquered the world, fought for each other and ended up on top. I thought it'd be that way forever. You made me happy, even when you weren't around. I stood up for you, even when you were mad at me. I still thought you were cool, even when you wouldn't hang out with me on my birthday, one of the most important days to me. Maybe I just gave you too much credit or maybe, I kept trying to fix something that was broken a long time ago
None of these moments matter to you. Every moment I tried my hardest to make you happy, every moment I got in trouble because you needed help or cause I wanted people to stop messing with you. Are these moments unimportant to you?
You told me that you're tired of me, that you don't need me. I guess can say the same or maybe that's the bitterness talking. I kept you around cause I was familiar with you, but I knew you'd leave at some point, I just didn't expect so soon.
I told you I was done trying, that at this point, I didn't even want to be alive so who cared about friends, alone having never killed me before.
this is the part where you said the words that hurt me the most You said:"okay, go ahead and kill yourself, I don't care."
I'm a person who lives off others happiness and you don't care so I'll grant your wish. It's what a true best friend would do.
