A farewell to you

----Don't take this too literally.----

I'm writing this because I can't be your friend anymore.
And I want you to know that it's not because of you. It's actually me. I feel too awkward having a friend, and I just can't do it. It actually IS me.

I want to tell you before I go, that it has nothing to do with you. I am merely too insecure to have a friend. I have to go, because it hurts too much.

I can't be taken for granted. I can't stand not being the centre of attention amongst people that normally put me there - smack in the centre. It's too much of a roller coaster - and roller coasters make me sick. Even a standard drive in a car makes me sick.

Enough with metaphores.

I can't be taken for granted. And I can't be made fun of to that extent. I can't. I have tried to change, little by little, but it just hurts to much.

I'd rather be dead inside than commit social suicide (like I do now and then).

I want you to know that you are the closest as I ever got to a true friend, and that it meant a lot to me. But I wasn't good enough for it. I was not capable. And I give up now. It's been enough of tears shed.

And when you all let me down that time. That's when it hit me, that I'm too different from you to be your friend.

I just want to say good bye. But then what would I do? Would I just sit in my room and cry? Because yeah, it's too late. Pandora's box has been opened. And I'm not man enough to close it. Not anymore. I've turned feminine.

Oh, I am so ashamed.
For I have turned human.