I don’t know what is going on with you. You have changed in the last couple of weeks. You are not the same person I fell in love with over 2 years ago. Your friends are more important than I am. And I’m done. I don’t care anymore. Do whatever the fuck you want, because I am fucking done! I can’t believe I even entertained the idea of moving for you. I wish you could understand how much you have hurt me these past few weeks. You want to go around and act like you’re single? Why act anymore? I’ll make it easy for you. I’m done.