They’re the black sheep that drove you to frustration and exhaustion. You can’t stop thinking about them, and what happened in the past between you guys. In the end you’re just left feeling angry, bitter and cynical to them. And you’re always thinking why in the hell you decided to become friends with them.
Months after my friendships died, I’m still, perhaps even more, bitter towards whoever decided to stop trying.
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