letters from the crushed

D,

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.

you win.

— V