Yup, this is it dA, I'm going for good this time.


More importantly;


I'm very, very disappointed. I know I said I wouldn't ever be, but there's no helping it now. I guess you don't mind anyway; you know exactly what you're doing.
I regret the advice I gave you, but only for selfish reasons. I can't let go of the what seems to be meaningless words you said to me. The ones I kept close, but you forgot about.
You were the one that showed me I wasn't alone. You were the one who saw what I was before the others. You saved me, by accident, out of inclination, I don't care- you did. And you said you'd stay. Not only that, but I did. I stayed when you asked. I told you everything. I meant every fucking word.
But you didn't, did you?
No, you weren't right, and you never will be, when you said that I'd hate you because you're a monsterous bitch, or words to that effect. Because even if that's what you think you are, or what you put yourself out to be, you never were to me. I owe you everything. I will treasure you forever, even if you've forgotten every word.
I'm angry, yeah. I'm really fucking pissed, and hurt. I'm still in shock, that it was your mother that told me that you were gone- you didn't even have the balls to tell me you were leaving us behind. She was going to call me, because you wouldn't. She stuttered to me, rambled on about how it was because of bad reception, and that your mobile was dead, and no internet, and all that lovely bullshit. You've been online. You know my number.

You knew you were my best friend.

You knew.

You promised.

It's not enough.

We're friends, right?

I guess I'll never know what it's like to mix BZ and Cyanide.