I still think it's all my fault.

I still feel so guilty, I still know I am, and will probably always be, a bad friend.

And I'm still sorry for it.

I still think I should go.

I still am afraid of you.

It still upsets me so much.

It still hurts more than it should. (so much)

I still feel anger, I still am bitter.

I still miss you more than I am supposed to.

I still want to talk to you.

This still sucks.

But I'm still going to respect your wishes.

You're still going to read my stupid stuff.

And life is still going to move on.

So the least I can do, for both of us, is to stop.