At some point, you will start to realise you have done too much for someone or something, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It's not like you didn't try, and its not like you're giving up. It's just that you have to draw the line between putting in effort to make it count and being taken for granted. Because it would be really nice if you're appreciated even for abit for what you've done and your efforts, but no you're not.
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Honestly. You were someone we could count on. Someone we could talk to easily. Someone we could say anything with. A good friend. But now you're just someone whom you used to assure us a thousand times that you'll never become. Someone unrecognisable. A soon-to-be stranger. Of course what we think don't matter to you anymore anyway. Why would it? But if one day you wake up and realise all the changes, no one will be around to tell you that you fucking deserve it by then. Because damn right we won't be. And if that one day never comes, well good luck to you.