I’m not exactly sure how I feel about this…. A part of me feels empty, the other half says fuck it. I guess it is what it is. I mean.. There’s no point in being friends with someone who talked shit about everyone, but acted nice to every single one of their faces. There’s no point in being friends with someone who changed completely as soon as they moved to another state. There’s no point in being friends with someone who does you wrong all the time. There’s no point in being friends with someone who’s never there for you. There’s no point in being friends with someone who only realizes you when you leave their life… Right? Then someone please tell me why I feel so fucking guilty for letting her go..