The more I distance myself from everything outside of myself and the necessities, the more I realise I don't need a lot of life's factors - the notable one being friends. For the most part, they are useless because they forget the least important times which mean the most to me because I have nil else to look forward to. I don't care about all the favours I've forced myself to do, all the unpleasant situations I've tolerated and all the idle small talk with strangers they expose me to, I was happy to do it because it made them happy or at least kept them sustained. But now, after my birthday and the mere 3 people remembering on their own (NB these three i rarely talk to) I know that I don't want to put myself through the troublesome scenes of what I used to call friends.
I'm content with this, I know who's worthwhile to me, I know who's used to my habits, likes and dislikes. I know who I want to still call friends, because they deserve it, even if my friendship in return isn't that much of a bona fide rarity.
Goodbye, "friends"; and
Goodbye, horses.
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aww Jason dont u worry i still love u :)
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