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I couldn’t be more of a worst friend. My best friend finds the body of her dead mum and I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her so, obviously I went and didn’t say anything at all, when she needed me the most.
I think in years to come this will be the day I tell people that my childhood ended, it is the day that I realized I failed, and that time waits for no one.
How am I going to be an optimist about this?