harlii.ol.day

How are you? I noticed you've changed. A lot, actually. You've been flirting a little more than usual even when you're on a date. Complaining about your job and how exhausting it is while others struggle to get one. Breaking hearts here and there. Forgiveness seems a very hard thing for you to give away lately. It looks like money is all that matters to you now. How you look, how people are gonna see you, what they're gonna say. You smile when others compliment you. You think about those things pretty much all the time. Loud music, drinking on an empty stomach, dancing. That's your thing, I get it. It seems like a very nice escape. Especially when you're covering something up - your loneliness. But hey, mean girl, never forget who you are. How many friends you have, how many people like you because you're just... you. How simple and funny you are even without the expensive things you buy. That's how you earned your friends. By being who you are. And yes,...

 Not to get too personal on a platform designed for sharing with strangers, but mourning a friendship you chose to end is a unique and strange kind of grief. that thing you saw that made you think of them, who will you share it with? that thing sitting on your desk that you hadn't gotten around to mailing to them, what will you do with it now? that trick or skill they taught you, that resource they shared with you, that song they played you that you still like-- they're still part of your life, but now sometimes you feel sad and angry when they come up and wonder if you have a right to them anymore.  your friend isn’t dead. somewhere, they are alive and experiencing all the joys you would have celebrated with them and the pain you would have tried to support them through. they're having a day somewhere and you're not going to ask them how it's going. you're not going to talk about it. you're not going to laugh at those inside jokes you had with only them eve...