nk.

I am done.
I am done with you, and your lies.

You are supposed to be my best friend. Or was supposed to be, anyway.

You and I were inseparable, and all of a sudden you completely changed. You thought it would be extra neat to drop out of school, and move out of your house. You had no reason to do that. Your life was beyond great. Your family loved you, and you were finally picking up in classes.

Now, since you've moved, you think you're some fucking hot shot. I don't think so. You think hanging out with older people, getting tattoos, and "rocking out" is the way of life - let me tell ya something, kid, it really isn't. I hope you wake up one day and realize how much you messed up.

I'm especially disappointed because I found out you're a pothead again. Don't you ever try to tell me again that you quit drugs for me, and that I changed my life. I apparently mean fuck all to you.

I am sick of trying to keep this friendship alive when it actuality it died 7 months ago. Don't call me and ask me to hang out, because I know you're just going to fall through like you've done time and time again.

See ya.