If you want to forsake me, that's fine. If you want to hate me, that's fine. If you want to wish death on me, that's fine. If you want to hurt me, that's fine.
You've already hurt me enough. Day after day after day, you hurt me. Time and time again, you forgot me. Promises broken, hopes dashed, and still I devoted hour after hour to you. I put my life on hold. I ignored other dear friends. I gave you more attention than anyone or anything else, but what did I get in return? For the 120% of myself that I devoted to making you happy, I got 40% back, at best. Giving you the benefit of the doubt became second nature. Wallowing in my own pain, unable to convey to you the hurt you put me through was a daily activity. There were times when I tried. There were times when I all but screamed it at you, begging you to give just one fuck. But you didn't. That isn't to say you were never there because there were times when you were. There were times you helped me through that I will forever be grateful to you for. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to make up for all the tears I shed. It wasn't enough to erase the pain of not having you reciprocate the level of friendship I showed you and that is why I had to make a change. That is why I decided to not expect so much from you. It wasn't fair to me and it wasn't fair to you. There are other people who are willing to give me that kind of friendship and so I made the change I did. I tried to approach you honestly, but you seem to prefer treating me like a devil. But that's fine. Call me a devil. Write me off as a demon, a Satan that's but a stain in your life. That's fine. If you choose to continue taking me for granted, that's fine. I give up. I don't have it in me to fight anymore. I opened my heart and had it trampled upon. It hurts. But that's fine.
