Her usage of cocaine and Molly whenever she went out to edm shows, which became much more frequent towards the end. (I knew about the Molly, wasn't my bag but figured her occasional use didn't bug me).

What I've now recognized as depression, thanks to that sub from a few days ago. She took meds, but she went into a period at the end where she shut me out emotionally, had no interest in sharing with me, and rejected me when I told her I needed her to be more emotionally involved in us.

How everything we used to enjoy became boring and lame to her. She grew to hate my music, what I do for fun, my friends, so on.

Writing this felt good. I didn't want to break up with her, she had to end it herself. It's weird knowing that somebody you loved became something you hate. Don't trust hippies.