I used to like you. I did.
I valued your companionship. I wanted to be with you. You're funny, you're spontaneous and you're just damn fun to be around with. Good times.
Then you showed me your true you and quite frankly your "true" you does not suit me. The true you is desperate, shameless and stupid. And I can't take it.
The thing about me that you need to know is that I'm not.... nice. They say don't pick your friends but I don't believe that. I pick my friends and I don't feel guilty at all for it. My time is precious and I only spend it on the worthy. The one thing that all my friends have in common is that I respect every single one of them.
The moment you threw yourself around in your pathetic desperate attempts, I lost all respect for you. Therein lies the problem. You lost my respect. You can never gain it back. I am ashamed to even be seen with you.
There is such a thing called self-respect. You should really look it up because you're in desperate need of it......In fact, desperate is the only adjective I would use to describe you these days.
Goodbye. We had some good times, I wish we could have more but your desperate attempts at becoming something that you clearly are not is making me despise you.