Shit. I am drunk. I mean, not drunk in a way that I cannot write words, but drunk in a way that I may be less censored than I should be.
This is how I am right now.
I am thinking about friends. And I am texting a friend who is a really great friend, who I love, and I am thinking about how I can’t trust that, can’t trust friends, because they can break your heart. You can think you’re friends, and then, all of a sudden, you’re just not as important to them as they were to you.
And now they’re not. Because they hurt your feelings.
That’s how that goes.
It’s horrible.
Horrible.
But I’m drunk, so what do I know?
Don’t even know if I should post this because I’m too stupid to think. But maybe I will anyway. I wrote it.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
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Or they turn into horrible fucking cunts and break your heart that way. I know. It sucks.
bless you for your comment. i am still drunk, and i needed this. xoxo
Just. YES. And it sucks and it hurts and I’m sorry.