I’m sure you’ll never read this, but I do still love you. No matter what I say or do or whatever, I will always love you.
I’ve doubted myself in the past. You’re self-centered, you don’t care about losing friends that are close to you, you just brush it off like it’s nothing. You can be a whore.
I’m leaving soon, but that won’t do much, considering you have other people.
I don’t wish the worst for you, just the opposite. You would be a lot happier with someone else… as much as it hurts to say it.
…I love you.
Your friend, and nothing more. Ever.