Ends up ghosting a friend that is toxicn’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 had the exact same feeling of humour (in other words. Butt jokes *insert Beavis and Butthead laugher here*), comparable upbringings, moms with similar name (that holds fat! ) and an outlook that is cynical. And, based on the movie movie stars, our indications had been a perfect match. Continue reading “I do not Be Sorry For Splitting Up with My Most Readily Useful Friend—But We Do Regret How Used To Do It”