you’re my friend, and you’ve been around for a while, longer than most of my other friends. But I’m sorry, I may be your friend and appear not to harbor any bad feelings, but I do that merely for convenience and to avoid a scene. Everything about you I pretty much despise - your fierce confidence, which really just turns out to be fat-headedness and over-the-line cockiness, your habit of putting down everyone around you, your ability to charm everyone you meet with your silk words when you know your intentions aren’t at all pure, your moochiness which gets pretty ridiculous…. I seriously want to tell you exactly how I feel and cease being your friend, but I don’t know how to go about it.
And I’m not the only one who feels this way. You better think about what you are doing to those you call friends, because I have a feeling you’re going to turn around one day and they will all be gone, including me.