I give up. okay? You win. I don’t want to compete. I never wanted to compete about who’s happier or who’s better off. I give up on trying to be nice and trying to be friends. I don’t want to be nice. It’s hard being nice. I don’t want to be friends if it’s going to be this hard. It’s hard watching you self-destruct. It makes me feel like the person I liked died somewhere in between. I don’t want to be a part of your life anymore. Maybe then you would stop your shit and see what you’re doing to yourself.