Dear Weed: A farewell letter

Dear Weed,

I hope this letter finds you well.
This is so hard for me to say, but I’m just going to come out and say it… I’m ending our co-dependent relationship. I can no longer rely on you to make me feel good. Don’t think this is easy for me either, this is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in my life. I just really need to start focusing on myself right now.

We had a great 12 years, but lately I just haven’t been feeling the same about you and the direction we are heading in. Don’t cry; you’re only making this more difficult for the both of us. Believe me, I’ve been crying inside for the past two days since I last saw you on Thursday. Even deciding for this to happen was a very painful thing.

When I say it’s not you, it’s me – I really mean it. You know how committed I was to you; I made sure to spend time with you for the past 4,380 days (I calculated it baby).  Thinking about ending our relationship and reminiscing on the good times makes me want to cry.

I remember the first time we met: I was 14 and you were laced with something that made me have an out-of-body experience. I saw myself looking down on myself and my friend had to slap me to get me out of it. You were crazy then! When I got used to you, you were always doing silly things like making my hands look funny and everything around me like a cartoon. You made me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever known. Just thinking about it makes me smile.

I think we could both agree that things were at its prime with us during my four years in high school. We hung out all day long and I loved you so much.

Hey… look at me *wiping tears*.. I still do.

You were apart of my identity. I was known to be best friends with you and it was very clear to everyone around me, but I didn’t care what people said. I just cared about us being together. You were like a Mastercard; you were everywhere I wanted to be.

We spent a lot of time together, especially alone. I loved relaxing with you and watching TV or just chilling. I’m really going to miss that, especially after a long day…who wouldn’t want to unwind with their significant other? Who am I going to watch The Real Housewives with? No one can replace you there.

Then things slowed down a little bit. You were making me really lazy, anxious and spaced out. I was always saying, “whaaaaaaat?” after we hung out, which frustrated a lot of people.  I don’t like how on this past Thursday night you made me eat 4 cookies against my will. I won’t miss things like that. You also make me really tired in the morning when we hang out late at night and it makes my eyes hurt.

Look, I’ve been cheating on you… with someone called Sobriety. I don’t know if I like Sobriety as much as you, but I know in the long run you will be happy for me. If you love me as much as I love you, you will let me go without a fight.

Maybe we can try this again a few years down the line, but for now… I bid you adieu.

XOXO

PS. Below is a tribute to our friendship…

PLAY THIS FIRST THOUGH TO SET THE MOOD…

you made everything delicious

my coordination wasn't always right when we hung out

we loved to straight chill

wait... whaaaaaat? you hated when i paid attention to things didn't you

i hung out with you for every activity in life

just you and me spending quality time.

stop making me laugh.. never stop.

you and me alone.. we were so happy

i love you!
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5 Responses to Dear Weed: A farewell letter

  1. drew says:

    breakin up is hard to do.

  2. Rach says:

    I think I love this 😉

  3. Samantha says:

    awesome
    period.

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