I remember when he offered me his friendship. He seemed nice. Really, really nice.. Well, to me anyway. We both had that sense of humor, that.. Aura of rudeness, where our humor can be insensitive. Regardless, he seemed amazing. We were friends for a while. I haven’t heard from him in quite some time… Which I think is for the best, since he wasn’t a good influence. He made my mood swings more intensified when I was around him, he would shut me out whenever I needed someone to lean on. He pushed me to do harmful things, but I didn’t think too much of it. I was having fun. Until my mental health slowly started to deteriorate. Even then, I refused to think it was because of him. It had to have been from something else. Anything else, right? No. It was him. It was him, and it took me a long time to figure that out. It took longer still before I stopped talking to him, seeing him completely.
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