It finally happened. The thing
that's been building up for months.
We could all sense it coming.
Like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer;
the air is thick with pressure, and through
the warmth, you can feel the cold.
The others keep trying to reconcile
with her, but I'm done.
Some things aren't meant to last,
and clearly, based on her refusal
to apologise, this was never meant to start.
I can't be bothered to chase after
this friendship, so it clearly
never meant much to either of us.
I'm happy.
I thought this would be the start
of the spiral, but no. As though
she was the reason for my sad.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
It finally happened. The thing
that's been building up for months.
We could all sense it coming.
Like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer;
the air is thick with pressure, and through
the warmth, you can feel the cold.
The others keep trying to reconcile
with her, but I'm done.
Some things aren't meant to last,
and clearly, based on her refusal
to apologise, this was never meant to start.
I can't be bothered to chase after
this friendship, so it clearly
never meant much to either of us.
I'm happy.
I thought this would be the start
of the spiral, but no. As though
she was the reason for my sad.
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