Remorse is a fundamental ***** you just don't seem to possess, and so your mistakes are repeated over and over and over and it never matters to you because they're just another bad habit you can't be bothered to break, and I couldn't stay with you because staying with you to feel happy, was like smoking to let my lungs breathe.
I hope you feel my absence as a mighty wallop of pain all over your chest, and I hope your lungs will be coated in regret,
Our friendship was a cigarette; alluring, seemingly okay, addictive; our friendship was another bad habit I inevitably fell into, but maybe I'm thinking of the wrong bad habit. Friendship is not a bad habit, the bad habit was you.*