Yesterday night, I was silently trying to force my dinner down, since my throat refused to co-operate with me, when my mom asked me if I was full. It was then that I sheepishly smiled and said, "I'm in a very bad mood." And proceeded to burst into tears. Yes, it sounds so stupid. Even my brother looked at me in wonderment and said, "You're the only one I know who laughs and cries when she's angry."

So there I was, laughing and crying, completely unhappy, yet feeling stupid for being unhappy, while my parents and siblings sat there trying to get me to tell them what happened.

Well, it's funny how I was determined not to tell anyone about this and to keep it to myself, because I decided I could deal with it on my own, and yet the next moment, I'm telling it to four people at once. But I'm glad I told my family, because I'm wiser now. Wiser to you.

And it's honestly the last straw. I never thought it would be this way, but I realise that it is this way. I was naive and stupid, but I'm not going to be anymore. I can never believe you again, because you've been so utterly treacherous. I'm sorry to have thought I was your friend. Because in my definition, and from where I come from, true friends will never do anything like that. I have very clearly delineated boundaries but I've kept allowing you to push them. I'm not going to be chicken anymore and continue letting you hurt me this way.

What needs to be said has been said. I still need to thank you for teaching me this lesson, and it's sad that you have to be the one to teach me this, because now, this friendship can no longer go on. I just wish you could have told me in the first place, that it never was important to you.