I warn you, I am incredibly bitter and sarcastic as of right now.
I hate you all. I hate time. I hate you complaining about ruined relationships and still having all the fun. I envy your fun and your perfection. I envy you.
And yet I hate you too. What is this saying about me? This is confusing.
And then I remembered the true nature of friendships that I have. You promise to be there when you need to feel like you’re doing good. Then when you’re happy again, you leave. I feel like divorce, if divorce can feel.
Psst, come here. Why don’t you go in the woods and play hide and go fuck yourself.