One of the earliest lessons I learned when I was a Little Beast was that you can’t call everyone your friend. I mean, you can if you want, but it’s a bad idea. Know why? A friend is someone who meets your personal standard of friendship.
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Everyone, absolutely everyone, has a past.
Ah, the fine line between affection and codependency!
I feel like .00008% of the time, I actually believe my coupled friends are jealous that I’m single.