You know, I still think about my ex-best friend every day. Like, there is so much shit I’d like to say to her, none of it nice, so many “See you were wrong and here’s proof,” and “Even though you jumped ship nearly to my demise, I made it without you.” So many punches to the throat I’d like to administer. Literal punches.

I feel a tinge of shame still giving a shit, wishing her total collapse and stuckness and endless drama.

I guess it takes more time than I’ve had to get over it.

I know I would feel good if I could at least slap her tho. I’m sure of it.