Friends are easy to loose. They are like stuffed animals. You know it's your fault that they got lost, it's because you didn't care to look after them and give them the attention they need. You would still have them, but you fucked up. I fucked up.
I wish I could go back, pick them up off the shelf, and take care of them more. I wish I wasn't such an asshole to them. They were the world to me, and I will only ruin it more and more.
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Thoughts by Myself
RandomSometimes you think too hard for your own good. Warning: this book contains details that might trigger some readers. Proceed with caution. Mention of hallucinations
