Tunes in my head: Stand by R.E.M.
Atmosphere: Sick to my fucking stomach
You sacrifice something you wanted so much because you can't stand to be wrong? Because you can't admit "Hey, yeah, I'm not in the right in this situation, I might actually have to do something to change it."
If you can't tell, I really don't want to let this go. But with the way you're acting, with the way you're fucking treating me, do I have much choice?
It was all so very hollow. All of the "you're the best friend ever." "I love you best friend, don't ever leave." Whatever happened to "I'd miss being as close to you"? Was the "I'll always be me, and I'll always be here for you?" just a lie?
There's never another mention of "kick the brat off." No more inside jokes, no more nicknames, no more fun. And I so desperately want there to be. But if you're willing to just give it up for some stupid fucking reason, then what was it really worth?
Are you still jealous of Suzy? Because she gets Page?
You've destroyed me. Utterly.
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It's better to let go and be desolate than hold onto something that brings nothing but pain.
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