I am what you might call bitter. For multiple reasons, if you must ask. Mostly, though, it's because of this one broken promise.

They said I would always have their friendship. Now they've gone away, for good reasons, but they are so contradictory...

I shouldn't be as seemingly angry / selfish as I am, but...



...

Yeah. Life's good. I'll trek it alone. It's all fine.

I'll survive, huh?