Nothing sucks worse than fighting with one of your best friends.
Particularly since it feels like he's mad that I'm happy for once.
Not that he'll read this, since he deleted his journal again.
Ya know, I've tried to be there for you, I've tried to provide what I thought you were asking for.
You've been there for me during the low points, I've tried to be there for you during the lowpoints.
I've been your shoulder to cry on. I've listened to you suring some of the lowest points in your life.
And now, you tell me I'm a horrible person because I have a slice of happiness and I can't run back and be the magickal fix all to all of your problems?
I'm sorry, my darling. I love you dearly, but if I'm such a bad person, so be it. If you want to talk, you know where I am.