I guess I can finally say that I’m done. Done apologizing for stuff that we both know wasn’t even my fault. Done waiting and praying that you will change. Done thinking that you actually ever were my friend. Done waiting for that text that I know is never coming. Done trying so hard to keep you close. Done caving into your beautiful smile. Done forgetting all of the wrong you’ve caused me just to hang around you. Done with you being so rude all the time. Done missing how things used to be. Done thinking of you every hour of the day. I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired, and its all your fault. I pray and hope that I am wrong, but one day you’re gonna wake up and realize you have no true friends. They say that happiness is a choice, and I’m done with you making it so hard to choose. Sorry babe, I’m moving on.