{ Daemonium Mulierem }

I talked about it with my friends. The more I talk, the more perspective I get, the more I realize I made the right decision ending our friendship. You're not going to change. It was absolutely emotional abuse. Frankly, even if you had done nothing wrong, the fact that you hurt me and made me feel like shit was more than enough reason to end our friendship. To quote a friend, you're not gonna turn around and be my soulmate one day. I have friends who love me, care about me, and talking about my feelings to each other is how we bond. I feel sorry for you, that the very idea of talking about feelings makes you feel grossed out. I can't begin to imagine how lonely you must be, or if you view yourself as the only person in the world and everyone else as just another pet. It's all over now. I just have to pick myself up and get back to it. I will miss all the cash you blew on me. Def gonna miss having a rich friend with loose pockets but hey, if you ask me which I need more, a rich friend or one that listens to me, I'm going with the listener.

I think this will be the last one of these I write for awhile. I don't have anything left to say to you and it'd just fall on deaf ears. You'll be fine. People in your tax bracket are always fine and dandy. Enjoy the hell you have made for yourself. I tried to warn ya, I tried to save ya, you just told me to fuck off and went right back in the flames. Only way forward is up.