The thing I said I’d never write about, well, I’m writing about it because I don’t know where else to put it.
I miss the friendship I lost last year. It was such a good example of that pointed balance you sometimes have with someone, where they understand you enough that you don’t feel alone, but not quite enough that there aren’t things to fight about. It’s not that I don’t have other, more important, friendships, they’re all incredibly dear, but I do fucking miss aspects of that particular friendship.
I hate that being a grown-up complicates shit like that, just being friends with someone can become impossible because wrong feelings/wrong time. Why can’t everyone mentally be 10 years old like me, or otherwise feel the exact same thing at the exact same time, at all times.