Have you ever hated someone so much that you honestly don't think that you would care if they died? And not even someone as evil as Hitler. No, someone a little closer to home. Someone you might have even grown up with. No matter how much you try, you just can't seem to find that love you once held for them anymore. All you can do is hope for the day you can run away. It's not even like they're all bad, you can still have good times. Still make new, fond memories, but in the end, the bad out ways the good and you just can't forget. You always dred the day that the happy giant will go back to bed and the wicked witch will rise. You hope that a Dorthy will come along and melt the witch for you. In all honesty, will you cry? Or will the tears only be for who they once were, back when you were still friends. Will you cry for what could have been if they could just have gotten their life together? If they had maybe actually listened to the advice that so many people had given them. Sometimes you wish you could find out what you would do, but do you really want it to end that way. With so many rifts in the relationship. Should you try to heal them before it's too late? Or is it even worth it? You know that they're only going to hurt you in the end. They're only going to make it worse. So run away. Run far, far away.
ONLY I CAN'T.