[Because I got into a childish and stupid argument with a friend.]
[For a while, he doesn't respond. Can't, because he's bent almost double, elbows on his knees, pinching the bridge of his nose until he sees stars. He doesn't want to replay this same shit over and over in his head, but the fact is he always will, won't he, there will always be something to bring it back. He will never be happy. He might as well get used to it.]
I died because I was more invested in keeping unnecessary secrets than telling my only living friend the truth.
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[For a while, he doesn't respond. Can't, because he's bent almost double, elbows on his knees, pinching the bridge of his nose until he sees stars. He doesn't want to replay this same shit over and over in his head, but the fact is he always will, won't he, there will always be something to bring it back. He will never be happy. He might as well get used to it.]
I died because I was more invested in keeping unnecessary secrets than telling my only living friend the truth.
At least if you're a failure you're not alone.