January 20th, 2017

Dear You,

I can't be around you anymore. I just can't handle it. I said what I needed to, and so did you. It's a shame that those things didn't match. If they had, maybe things would be different. But since they went the way they did I need to go away. I don't know where that is, but I know I need to do it. It's just too painful to be near you when the wound is still so fresh.

I know that some people can go through this and still be friends. I don't know how. Because I am dying. That has to be what this is. It must be death. There can't be any other explanation. I know that seems dramatic, and maybe it is, but that is genuinely what you do to me.

Me