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Losing a friend sucks, sometimes they leave, sometimes you just drift apart until there's only silence, the worst way to lose a friend is when they change, your left yearning for when everything was fine, when you'd joke around play games and just
They told me, all my young life: Time heals all wounds -- and I assumed that they were right. But what, I wonder, heals the wounds that Time inflicts?
I resent you because you resent me because I resent you. I love you because I hate that I hate you. I'm angry with you because you're angry with me because I'm angry at you.
Curvy, skinny, thin, or fat. What should I wear, should I eat that? Should I talk slower, should I walk faster Am I too talkative? Should I shut up?