I do not Be Sorry For Splitting Up with My Most Useful Friend—But I Do Regret How Used To Do It

I do not Be Sorry For Splitting Up with My Most Useful Friend—But I Do Regret How Used To Do It

Ends up ghosting a toxic buddy isn’t healthy for *either* person

If my entire life had been a comically-sad Bridget Jones vignette, a crucial scene would occur in a Burger King, consuming a Whopper I mourn a broken friendship by myself while “Alone Again (Naturally)” by Gilbert O’Sullivan pipes softly from shoddy speakers in the water-stained ceiling and.

Jen* and we became besties at warp rate after realizing we’d the exact same feeling of humour (for example. Butt jokes *insert Beavis and Butthead laugher here*), similar upbringings, mothers with similar title (that holds weight! ) and an outlook that is cynical. Continue reading “I do not Be Sorry For Splitting Up with My Most Useful Friend—But I Do Regret How Used To Do It”