I love you. You’re my best friend, and I call you my sister. But we need a break. It’s too much. You’re too much. We aren’t in 7th grade anymore, we aren’t those little girls, lying in bed and dreaming out loud about the future. This is real life, right in front of us. I need you, and I hope you need me. But we are at each other’s throats all of the time now. I’ve hurt you, a lot. I have a lot of problems that I need to deal with, and so do you. I love you. I’m sorry.