I'm done

I'm done being the shoulder you cry on.
I'm done being the one you turn to when you need help.
I'm done being the one you call, because you know I will pick up the phone and no one else will.

I'm done being reminded that I'm a second rate friend and all those others stand above me. Because you connect with them on an emotional level that I will never understand, because I am emotional infant (or maybe because I don't agree with you all the time).

Let me know how that works out for you next time you need someone to be there.

Congratulations on your graduation, I bet no one else tried to plan something to celebrate your achievement.

I'm done.