I'll miss you. I will miss you a lot. We were really close there for a while, but it was all a lie. All you do is lie to me, and all I do is tell people you're not as bad as they think you are.
You are, though. You're rotten. You don't care about what I'm going through. You don't care about what anyone's going through. You completely lack empathy. You seem to lack all feelings.
You've taken up enough of my time, energy and gas money. You've taken enough of my spirit. You've taken the best of me for too long now. And I'm done with it.
But, oh how I will miss you. I will probably think of you a lot. And I will ache to see you.
But I just can't go on like this.