Alex, why are you doing this.

You’re mad with the way I’ve been living my life.

I understand you’re mad that I haven’t been making time for my friends.

But I am fucking changing.

I am on my own, and becoming a new person.

As much as I’d love to be there for Elaina, for you, for Whitney,

I just can’t.

I can’t keep pretending I can help everyone when I can’t even help myself.

For the first fucking time in my life, I am putting myself over other people.

It feels fantastic.

My whole life I’ve tried so damn hard to please everyone. And the first time I put myself before others, I get called self-centered.

I’ve been called self-centered several times now.

The best part?

I don’t even care.

I know what I’m doing is right, and I’m sorry that you can’t accept that.

You have no respect, nor trust for my own decisions.

I’m sorry that I’m doing things differently than you would.

Your advice is something that I’m not going to follow for once.

I’m making my own choices, and I’m sorry that you just can’t accept that.

…

I suppose it’s hard for you to understand where I’m coming from, because you’ve taken care of your friends your whole fucking life.

You blame all your faults on the fact that you’re a “bitch” and then drive them and the rest of your problems away with weed and other drugs.

You’re so involved with other people that you can’t even begin to help yourself.

In truth, I’m trying not to end up like you.

You’re a fantastic friend, but I can’t help you.

Not until you can help yourself.