As hard as I’m trying to deny the fact that you’re not breaking me down slowly, you are. It’s killing me to talk to you. Every single word that you say to me feels like it’s going straight through my heart. I want to fight off the urge to cut ties with you, but I do genuinely care about our friendship. You wouldn’t even be able to fathom the pain that I go through every time I talk to you.

In the end though, it’s not you that’s doing the killing, it’s me for letting you.