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Goodbye Toxic Frenemy
Bye bitch! It’s taken me a long time to see you for who and what you are, and now that I have, you’ve gotta go. At first, hanging out with you was fun. I won’t deny that you helped me get through some rough times. You helped me feel at ease around others. You helped me relax after a long, hard day. You helped me forget my troubles. Hell, you even helped me fill the time when I was bored.
But for everything you gave, you took back double. For every relaxing night, for every fun night out, you made me pay, more and more, little by little. A piece of my dignity here, a piece of my memory there.
Soon, it began to feel like I needed you more than you needed me. I didn’t want to face it. In fact, I denied it for years, always giving you the benefit of the doubt. Until I couldn’t run away from the truth about you any longer. You’re toxic. Having you around isn’t fun anymore. I don’t know how to say this without being cruel, so I’ll just say it, I don’t love you anymore. Every time we meet, I feel worse for having spent time with you. This is goodbye.
Day 1: I woke up this morning feeling heavy and sluggish. Not hungover, not bad, really, just kinda draggin’ my ass. I don’t drink enough to be hungover. I didn’t drink much last night. What, maybe 3 or 4 beers during our regular weekly…
