So, turns out being a bad friend is still the worst feeling in the world. I fucked this goal up kinda bad recently. My friends continue to mean the world to me, and stressing them, or doing anything to damage a relationship, is just the darkest, coldest feeling. The worst part of this particular situation is my complete powerlessness to right it.

I was getting hurt, too, but now I barely even care. I regret not being as supportive as I could’ve. Dark / sad times.