You’re not leaving because you can’t be here
You’re leaving because you feel better when you’re not here.
You fucking promised that you’d be here for us, you fucking promised that you wouldn’t leave and you fucking promised you wouldn’t miss my birthday again.

Remember?
You said you wouldn’t miss my birthday next year
I said something along the lines of “unless you’re gone”
You assured me that you were going to be here

You’re a fucking liar

I wouldn’t be so upset it you at least tried to let us say goodbye, but no.
There is no closure at all
You were here and then you were gone and then you lied saying you’d try to be here more and now you’re finally fucking admitting that you’re leaving
I was so goddamn stupid for believing you.

Have a nice fucking life, bitch

I would be fine if it weren’t for you.