I am sick of people like you. People who drain me for everything I have. People who take shots at my family. People with no regard for how they hurt others.
I am sick of sob stories without plans to make anything better.
Of the false sense of knowledge of me. Of the damsel in distress act used on their friends. You can’t keep crying wolf and expecting me to save you.
I am not your savior. I will not grant your prayers of redemption.
I am sick of giving second, third, fourth and fifth chances to people who don’t deserve it based on the length of time they’ve spent in my life.
Based on the glimmer of hope I’ve rested upon them that they will get better.
People like you don’t get better. You take without giving. You ride on the backs of hardworking, kindhearted people like me.
I am dropping you for the last time.
Do not come back.
Do not question the validity of our friendship.
It is dead.