Say what you will, but it no longer regards me.
I have not been the best person to you, I know I could have been better.
But I'm very tired. Very apathetic to anything you say. Very empty for any feelings I used to have of you. And very remorseful for what I didn't do with you.
I don't enjoy the feeling of being beat down, disregarded and used for entertainment.
My bad habit of pushing, working hard and stressing out until I snap in half like a tooth pick has gotten old.
I think I broke myself so badly this time that my mind cannot focus and my body is weak.
I'm feeble now and I'm trying to pick up the pieces while picking up yours too.
At least my other friends had the respect and dignity to leave me alone when I asked them politely and not argue when I demanded them too sternly.
A victory to you is only a lose to me.
I'm not proud of you.
I'm disappointed in myself.