We can form a verbal contract to remain bonded forever, but it’ll never be guaranteed; only time will tell. I am too accustomed to having you in my daily life. Whenever I cross paths with an issue, you’re the first person I seek. You used to listen, never inputting any remarks or critiques. Though, everything between us has changed recently. 

My secrets have become your regular anecdotes to your ”boys.” Nevertheless, I don’t sense the humour in my catastrophes. From my experiences with abuse, death, relationships, to stress, I’ve learned that it is only a joke to you. I confided in you because I sincerely viewed you as a lifelong friend that could protect my confidential information; I still cannot fathom how we arrived at this destination. Our association is decreasing into nothing. 

You continue to question this distance forming between us, but to me, it is crystal clear. My aim is happiness, and you have become a barricade. I do not want to split ties with you, but I think it’s best; you bring me down, bro. My mistakes and past actions have become your weaponry. I’m being kicked, punched, and shot at, constantly. You can argue that I’m “too chill to be affected,” but let’s be veracious; repetition is agitating. I’m sick and tired of this bullshit.