You.

I'm afraid this year is going to end on a note of distaste.

And you know what? There aren't going to be any years to follow this, to make me like you again. Seems the cycle shall end on a bad note, not that I mind, really. All the negatives always outweigh the positives.

The funny thing is, the other cycle ended in the opposite. Sucks for you, I suppose.

Not that you ever really valued me as a friend anyways.