When you slowly start hating someone you were friends with.
"And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen."
I can’t help but think about how happy you made me and how good we were together and how you’re never going to come back to me and I make myself so miserable.