I needed to vent...

Who do you think you are?! More so, who do you think I am? For your interest, it's not like I got the word "Idiot!" written in bold letters on my forehead. I've been worrying about this situation, about you for way too long when everybody told me to stop a long time ago. You kept blaming us, but most of all me for things nobody could be held responsible for. It's not like they were that important, anyway. Nobody else would've even cared, no, but you had to make a big deal out of every little thing. I tried my best, over and over again. I gave in, over and over again. It was you who didn't give a rat's ass. Did you even bother to tell me what exactly was wrong? No. You expected me to know it. Just like that. Without ever saying a single word. When I didn't, you freaked out. It's been weeks now, and a person can only put up with so much drama. I've already gone fare beyond my boundaries for you and as it seems, it was anything else but worth it. Frankly, I don't even want to talk you anymore; at least not right now. I could even care less about you leaving next week. That may sound harsh, yeah. However, you didn't care about anyone else in the last weeks, either. What do you expect me to do? Truth be told, what? Just because it's your last couple of days here doesn't mean you can walk around, not giving a fuck, and hurt people. We used to be friends. Although I don't make real friends easily, you were one of them. I don't know what we are anymore, though. My mistake, I guess. I'm done. I am just done.