You and I have never actually really ever been two peas in a pod, as I reflect. What is frustrating is this cycle of friends in my life that seek to compete. It is not a competition to me. I actually want you in my life. Perhaps, though it is that personal strife prevents me from devoting the entire self to you… or me… and that’s apparently not good enough.
What do you want from me? I’ve had it, I’m through. You want me to be there for you--- I’ve been there, I’ve jumped through hoops… I’m trying. I understand why I don’t get the gold star—because I didn’t produce leaps and bounds such as the other. God Bless that truly amazing creature.
My ship is ready to sail away from this constant whirlpool of vanity. Of you, never being genuinely happy for me… Of you, never having something nice to say to me, to be able to congratulate me without yourself in the very same sentence. Your inability to talk about your desires to be a part of my life---and my suffering through your interrogation of why I am not more present in yours. Also, it would appear to me that everyone in your life has some kind of vendetta with me, seeing as I haven’t been around- But they 
all seem to forget, I have my own life and the standard you set for me to be in yours… is not what you put forth. How can friends thrive in this unhealthy environment?
They can not, which is why although I love you… I think the cracking foundation of our friendship must be laid to rest.
No hard feelings, I will soon bid adieu--- You’re just re-classified as an old friend. I still love you.
