Looking through our Facebook friendship's timeline from the first point we met each other and started talking to each other saddens me at how much happier we used to be, and that as time passed we just kept fighting and fighting, and it seemed like all these happy moments were a blur. I guess this is release for both of us, that you can stop trying to compromise with me, that you can stop making me happy, because I know I'm not making you happy in any way at all. Instead, I'm demanding in all sorts of ways even if it's in the best of your interest.

But it all doesn't matter now, we'll all be happier... right? I'll miss you, I really do. But I can't let these draggy and naggy feelings get in the way any longer.