An urge to leave behind everything I have fought for and sever all ties with those who I have once held so close to me is now overwhelming me. There comes a time when obstacles from the past pile up until it forms a mountain far too great to cross on bare feet. A huge rift ruptures between two people who have diligently fought for each other’s presence for quite some time, more so out of fear of returning back to the unknown than because they believe they will truly miss one another. What do you do when upholding a friendship feels more like a chore than anything else, and you are tired of working day after day for a return of absolutely nothing? Perhaps I’m just being overdramatic, but I’m not a saint, and I can’t stand being so selfless only to receive nothing in return. I’m tired of it all, I’m just tired.