30 6 月 I do not Be Sorry For Separating with My Most Useful Friend—But We Do Regret How Used To Do It
Ends up ghosting a friend that is toxicn't healthy for *either* person
If my entire life had been a comically-sad Bridget Jones vignette, a crucial scene would occur in a Burger King, consuming a Whopper I mourn a broken friendship by myself while “Alone Again (Naturally)” by Gilbert O’Sullivan pipes softly from shoddy speakers in the water-stained ceiling and.
Jen* and we became besties at warp rate after realizing we'd the exact same feeling of humour (for example. Butt jokes *insert Beavis and Butthead laugher here*), comparable upbringings, mothers with the exact same title (that holds fat! ) and a cynical perspective.