I'm so sick of always being there for you. I'm not some teddy bear that you can keep under your bed and take out whenever it pleases you. It's too late to ask for my presence now.

Besides I'm also a little tired of being there for the other people, but up till now they're worth it, and you no longer are. Perhaps we've outgrown each other, or to be specific, YOU've outgrown me. Too much have happened to you while you're away in your Golden Country, and too little have happened to me when I'm stuck in my rotten town.