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So, audrey, I'm never going to make fun of your emo-ness again. I know what it really feels like to be depressed. Hurt. Angry. Jealous. Two years ago, I thought I knew what that meant. I thought I had the best friends in the world, just maybe I had too much expectations.
Now I know. I don't have high expectations. I have bad friends. Or lazy friends. Or lying friends. Or uncaring friends. My mom always said I knew how to pick 'em. I don't think she meant this, but it applies.
Now I know. I don't have high expectations. I have bad friends. Or lazy friends. Or lying friends. Or uncaring friends. My mom always said I knew how to pick 'em. I don't think she meant this, but it applies.