My Last One

Well, I'm sat in a bar having my last drink. It's time to say goodbye old friend. I have mixed feelings about it. I know we haven't got along well recently, but I am sad to see you go. We've had some really fun times, you've made me giggle and dance and enjoy the evening all the more for having you around. You've helped me relax when I was stressed, calmed me down when I was anxious, picked me up when I was down. But lately you've been more demanding, asking for my attention when I'm busy, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. You've taken time I should have spent with my children, my husband, my friends. It's taken it's toll on my physical and mental health so now I'm saying goodbye. I don't know how I'll cope without you, so I'm going away to learn. I won't see you for a while. When I get back, I don't want to get in contact. My friends an see you, but Ijust can't. I'm scared and I'll miss you, but I know it's for the best.