Losing battle
10:39 p.m.

I used to be able to talk to you. My best friend. You were one of *two people* I could share my life with. But you changed. You tried to change me. You tried to leave me, to lose me. And I don't like my best friends leaving me. But it's a losing battle. Constant loss for me, so why bother? I am going to keep it in my stomach. Not talk. Not take it out on you. Or anyone. This is my problem. I love everyone. I solve your problems. It makes me happy. So I'll get over this too.

Right?

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