Kept for My Occasional Nostalgia

I don’t want to be your friend anymore. 

Actually, tell me, why the fuck should I stay friends with you if all you do is make fun of me in front of other people at dinner at lunch?

Oh my god, all those meals and get-togethers that you drag me to. They are just like your one-man circus show where you are the man of the hour and I am the monkey.

What the fuck do I get from this relationship besides the taunting? Is it oh so enjoyable that I keep coming back for more? 

I am oh so sick and tired of your ego, your insecurities, your neediness and your insane self-righteousness. It is never that I am selfish and inconsiderate of your needs, it has always been you. You and your fucking self-obsessed needs and needs after needs.

I am fucking pulling the plug, you moron!!!! Fuck off with your cheeky face, calling me things when you are all of them. 

She was my friend for ten years. I thought it was going to be for life. 

Then one day she thought she was in love with me. 

The next second I somehow decided to cut her off. 

It has since been a year and three months. 

And I obviously do not feel guilty about this enough. 

Because I am still happy and content as anytime.