This is something I’ve wanted to tell you for some time now:
I don’t think I can stick around much longer without losing the shreds of respect I have left for our
—The friendship that used to exist at any rate. Because right now, I’m tired of being here for you when you take it all for granted and don’t do anything for us.
I don’t want to hurt you.
But I don’t know how much more I can take.
Maybe while I’m feeling resolved enough,
I’ll say this:
Don’t call me buddy now.
I’m not your buddy anymore.