I sent a link to this book to a group chat with my friends. My best friend read it. She didn't appreciate it. Today on the bus, she said, and I know what she said, Converse with your ex best friend as you said. I never once said that.
I had no idea she had so much power and influence over my mood. I got on the bus in a pretty good mood, enjoying my music. She said that shit. I spent the rest of a thirty minute bus ride staring out the window trying, and failing, to not cry. If she noticed she didn't mention it. If the person she has been talking to for the past few days on the bus noticed, he didn't mention it. I really wanted to come home to an empty house so I could break down, but nope everybody's home. I was stuck there next to the goddamn window trying not to start crying. Right next to the person I thought I could rely on in times of distress, but instead she caused more.
So far I've only screwed up my life, why not screw it up more.
