friends.

i have friends, but i’m lonely.

i like them, don’t get me wrong, but they’re tiring. exhausting. too much. this is only sometimes of course, but enough to make the back of my mind wonder if they’re really good people after all is said and done. they are, i know they are. they don’t know what they’re doing. if they did, they’d stop. if i told them.

like i’d ever have the courage to do that though.

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