Part of me want to comfort them…
The other part wants to raise an arm and slap that whiny bitch across the face.
It’s why I don’t go to people with my personal problems. Deep down I feel as if they’d have the same reaction. In retrospect, I manage to convince myself they did.
It makes me come off as careless, apathetic even. I’m okay with that.
It rarely works in my favour, but I’m fine with it.
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When a friend of mine cries
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