I can't say I won't miss you. Gloomy.

Goal Achieved!

"I don’t hold on to the past. I don’t see the point in it. I’m not saying completely forget about it, but I don’t see the point in getting bent up about what happened in the past because, well, it’s in the past. It’s already happened and there’s nothing anyone can do to change it so might as well move past it and focus on now. Plus you’re so hellbent on all the bad things you’ve neglected to mention any scrap of good that’s happened. Like our date, don’t you remember that? I don’t know about you, but that was one of the happiest memories I have."

 Sassy kept his eyes on the floor, his hands pulling at his sleeves. He couldn't even think about the good memories when all he kept seeing were the bad ones.

"You don’t think I remember all the times you’ve been a complete and utter ass to me? The times where I was so mad at you I thought I would actually give up on being your friend? You don’t think I remember all the fights we had? Because I do. I remember all the fighting we used to do and I’m not saying things were perfect but it’s better than what I had before. Everybody fights, it’s not that fucking unhealthy. And so what if you haven’t been the nicest person? You’ve changed, haven’t you? You’re not the same snide asshole who shuts everyone down within the first thirty seconds of knowing them. The fact I got to see you change and mature is what brought me here in the first place."

 "You're so-" He pulled at his hair and frowned, "I don't think you understand. I'm no friend expert but I know that that wasn't right. 'So what'? Really? You can't just do that. You can't just throw your hands up and let it go like that. Are you so-" Sassy started to walk in small circles, frustration visible with every move. "I hate your go-with-the-flow personality. Things were far from perfect. Things couldn't even be considered fine. Stop making excuses for me. Like everything was fine and not that bad."

"I've helped you? Really? Well correct me if I'm wrong but how many times have we fought? Well over 40 I'm sure. I've been nothing but horrible to you and when I was nice, those rare times I know, I remember, they were only a couple of times and barely counted as nice. If you want to thank anyone for helping you or at least recognize them you should talk to Pinkie. She found you when you took all those pills. She was there for you more than I was." He sighs, "What I'm trying to say is until recently, we've been in an unhealthy relationship and I'm trying to say that you shouldn't love me- you-you shouldn't even like me. You really shouldn't..."

"I take it ‘Okay’ means you want me to talk now, huh?" He sighed heavily.