I've lost two good friends in the past year. Including my best friend. Is it me? I don't even know anymore. Am I too complacent? Have I grown out of them? Have they grown out of me? Did I slowly grow to hate them? Yes. I hated the way they were, who they were growing into. Egos too big, and mine didn't fit in the big picture. I've learned to just not get too attached to people. It's fucked me over way too many times.
The funny thing about our loved ones is, when they need you, you're always opening an ear. When you need them? Gone. He was told, "It's them or me," and guess who he chose? His girlfriend of two weeks. Them or me? I know what I would've fucking chosen.
I ever tell you the definition of insanity?