18.11.05 - 2:26 p.m.

i woke up this morning wanting to tell you (any residual animosity taking a breather) myself, the idea of someone else telling you sounding sirens in my imagination if for no other reason than that i suddenly knew how it would feel to hear the same about you from someone else. someone who doesn't know you the way i did and wish i didn't. someone who might snicker while they relayed the information too casually (with none of my misgivings). i'm fairly certain of how you'll react because none of us changes so drastically, and i'm also sure that you probably already know and don't particularly care, but in my last act as your former best friend (not self-appointed), i am extending to you this un-asked-for courtesy.

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