I’m sitting in my room at 12:33 am staring at my computer figuring out what to write and for some reason, I thought of you. The way things ended wasn’t truly how I wanted them to end. It may have seemed like I was being selfish, which I was, all these years I had been taking care of you while things for me were getting worse. It didn’t seem fair that I had to keep helping you when I couldn’t when I can’t even help myself. I told you that I would still be your friend but you just disappeared, perhaps you complained about me, which I understand because you were angry, maybe you still are. I keep trying to forget about you because of how much you hurt me yet I still can’t. So here I am. Now 12:44am.