Page 4: Only To End Up Friends
Isn't life so unfair?
I know, I know, many people say that more times than even I can count.
But, is it bad repeating it?
Because it's the truth anyways. Life's just a big shithole where participants are thrown in to suffer as a form of divine entertainment. Life's like living hell.
So, why am I being so melodramatic at such a young age?
It's my best friend. She's getting married to a man whom I've admired for some time now.
But I'm not upset at the fact she's the girl my secret object of affection chose.
I'm upset 'cause I won't get to spend time with her anymore. She was my closest friend, like the sister I never had. We shared many secrets and memories and all those little things. Why did I take them for granted?
Now she's getting married to someone else and I'm left all alone.
I admit I'm a selfish person for saying this, but,
I wish they've never been together in the first place.
I sound so jealous, no?
You must think I'm so petty and childish, that I should move on, find my own special someone, and I can still spend some ample time with her. I have more friends, right?
You don't know the half of it.
She's my special someone.
What do I mean?
To put it simply, she's the one I'm in love with.
Now how lovely will this marriage be?
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