no more room for almost.

u can never be frens wit them again. not becoz u hate them, but becoz u’ve finally learned to respect urself.

frenship is built on trust, respect - and when dat trust breaks, it doesnt matter how many jokes u once shared or how many nights u sat together talking about everythg and nothg. the cracks r still there. u can pour all the laughter, all the apologies, all the nostalgia into it, but it wont fcukin hold. it wont be wat it once was.

u’ve spent too long excusing the silences. pretending the small betrayals werent betrayals at all. convincing urself dat giving more was simply love, when really it was u abandoning urself to keep someone else close. and now u finally see it - the version of u who cld survive on scraps, who believed bein taken for granted was normal, is gone. u buried dat version. u dun live there anymore.

dis isnt anger. dis isnt revenge. dis is u building walls where u used to build doors. dis is u learning dat growth means leaving garbage behind, even when every part of u aches to hold on. maybe they changed. maybe u did. or maybe u jst stopped lying to urself about wat their frenship really was.

and so u’ve closed the door they once slammed shut w/o even looking back. u’ve locked it. u’ve walked away. wishing them well from a distance is not cruelty. it’s fcukin clarity. it’s the quiet understanding dat not everyone who was part of ur story deserves to be part of ur future.

sometimes the kindest thg u’ll ever do for urself is to say goodbye for good - and never turn around to see if they followed.