One of the hardest things you can do is to let a friend go. Harder than that perhaps is walking away from someone who once had been your friend.
I did both today. Or perhaps, it happened long ago. I just realised it today. N I don't feel a thing.
I'm going back...to that weird sort of numbness that I had worked so hard to get out of.
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, things refuse to be worked out. Sometimes, you have to let go. So I did. Not because I didnt care. But because I wanted to be able to look back without having a bad taste in my mouth. I didn't want it to end with a fight. I didnt want it to end in way that I will never be able to think of him as a friend again. So I ended it...in my own terms.
I'm being selfish. But then, I always have been. I had to preserve my sanity. For what I don't know. But isn't it better to end it, rather than let it rot and die?
You stay friends with some people. No matter what they make you go through. No matter what you make them go through. N then, there are those, with whom you just cannot stay friends. No matter how much you try. No matter how much they try. Is there any point in pretending you can still be friends when you are sure you can't? It's one of those things....
When do you decide it's time to end a friendship? When you have a sneaking feeling that it never really began...or so I read somewhere, sometime back. Think it was in Reader's Digest. Really?
Woke up with an empty feeling. Should have known.
Don't bother bout this post. It's just ramblings of a schizophrenic mind