
Friendship is a difficult thing. Growing up I didn’t really have any friends to speak of – and I was desperate to keep the ones I thought I had, to the point that I basically let them walk all over me – and as an adult I don’t have any friends either, something that both relieves and bothers me in equal measure. But one thing I have had more than my share of in my life is people who lie to me, speak to me only when it is convenient for them, and generally make me wonder why I even bother at all.
…ugh, let’s talk about this, before that becomes several paragraphs and I go off into a tirade about how much I hate people in general.
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