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Equine

Horses. Mother fucking horses. Big ass animals with teeth that could take your hand off. I don't like horses, but my friends seem to love them.

Every fucking day they run off and talk about horses. On and on and on, it's all they talk about. Everyday they go to the barn and ride horses, and clean stalls. Everyday It becomes more and more apparent that I'm becoming obsolete. Some may think that I'm just grabbing for attention and that since my friends have an interesting hobby that I'm just jealous of them. I'm not.

I have nothing in common with them anymore. At school it seems they never want to talk or hang out with me anymore. I guess it's understandable considering I'm and irritable asshole who swears too much and acts like I'm better than everyone else. It's always been that way though, and they still became friends with me. But that was before the horses.

Everything was fine until they all decided to fall in love with something that I had nothing to do with. It's the thing that I fear will separate our friendship. I will be the one too break it. I'll have approximately two people to hang out with after that. Well maybe one, considering I don't play overwatch and that's the only thing my one friend is interested in. I'll have one friend. A loyal and caring person who I complain to much too often. I don't deserve her friendship. She's much too kind.

That just leaves me. Alone.

If I had a chance to kill every horse in the world, I would do it no question. I would do anything to have my friends back. Anything.