oh my god YOU were my diane all along, weren’t you? and i hate that because that makes me the bojack here. i trusted you just like how bojack trusted diane. but people change. you changed. just like how diane did.
now it makes more sense. now it’s easier to accept that every good thing has an end. now i know that when i see “that pattern”, the cursed pattern that reminds me of a significant person in my teenage years in a person, i should not… i should stay away. lol.