The only person i’ve ever consciously cut out of my life without a single look back was one of my best friends. One day i just realized that even though i trusted him and enjoyed talking to him i was a worse person for the wear. Just because you like someone doesn’t mean they’re anything good for you – and when i finally realized that i knew i had to simply say goodbye because i wasn’t a strong enough person to deal with him from day to day. I don’t know what i would’ve done if i had i keep seeing him every day; trying to combine civility (because he never did anything wrong) with my urge to erase him wholly from my life. I don’t think it would’ve worked out. I probably would have wound up worse for the wear of trying to be nice to him than i would have if i had kept being his friend. I’m honestly just not mature enough to find that middle ground. So i’m stuck right where i’m standing. Again.