So, maybe you're right.

About me, about how I am. Maybe I am a whore who hates everything and all that. Idk. I doubt it.

I believe in myself more than I'll believe in you. You say I didn't try to fix things, well look at you now. I apologized, never retailiated except for here.

And it's still not enough.

I am done. If you want to be friends, it's officially your job to tell me. Cause I'm tired of making you remember the good times.