"Don't fear the enemy that attacks you, but the fake friend that hugs you" (Pravinee Hurbungs).

To whom it may concern,

Eleanor Roosevelt once wisely claimed, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

Sorry, "good friend," but I am no longer giving you my permission.

Although I, personally, never necessarily felt subservient, I have just now come to realize what exactly I deserve and how you were never able to provide that. I am worth more than a quantitative or qualitative defense can clarify, and unfortunately, you never treated me with the genuine respect I deserve.

Due to my "giving" personality, I feel guilty as if I'm being narcissistic. However, I'm reminding myself that I am far from egotistic: alternatively, I must learn how to respect myself more.

I was always there for you. I would drop everything in a heartbeat to run to your side, and more often than not, you were always there for yourself, too.

Having said that, you were never there for me.

Communication is negligible, unless, of course, you're in desperate need of me putting you back on your two feet. After that, you can run away to your other friends. The friends you'd rather hang out with—the friends you'd rather be in public with.

"If I treated you the way you treated me, you would hate me" (Anonymous).

I understand that you can shower me with compliments and argue that you always looked up to me, but that doesn't mean that I yearn your support as well. Sometimes, I did need you to hold my hand. Sometimes, I did need you to put me first. Sometimes, I did need you to stand up for me.

I have always known our differences. I should've known when I cheered and you couldn't have been bothered. This may just be your personality, but now that I have come to the point where I know I need something better, I am unstoppable.

Maybe one day you'll come to realize what you had.

Love,

Someone who will always care, but won't be there to physically drag you out of that hole.