"My problem is you aren't my friend anymore..."

I talked about you tonight. I ranted until the tears filled my eyes. I ranted until I let one tear fall. But only one because you're not worth any more than that. I ranted because you've pushed away everyone. You pushed away the one friend who finally accepted you for you. Finally accepted all of your faults, your sarcastic witty comments, your bitchyness, your negativity. I accepted them. Yet, you pushed me away too. Just like everyone else in your life. You blame the end of this friendship all on me. But maybe one day you'll realize that this is all you. You'd think you would finally get it. I'm not the first and definitely not the last great friend you lost. I feel bad for you. I feel bad because you'll never know how great of a friendship we could still have. I've moved on and created the greatest friendships with amazing people. But where are you? Your heads still shoved up his ass. So no one will ever know. Was this one relationship with such an asshole really worth losing the few friends you had? I wish I could throttle you sometimes. Drop-kick you across the universe for not realizing how much you actually meant to me. A friendship doesn't have to be 24/7. A text here or there is all that I needed. Not talking for weeks at a time was ok because when we did talk we would pick back up where we left off. That's what best friends do. Obviously, I misunderstood the "friendship" we had. It makes me reevaluate everything you've ever said. Makes me wonder if the things you said to me were actually true. If you actually meant what you said. I guess it really doesn't matter now because we'll never talk again.