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23/02/02 @ 12:35 p.m.
This thing about a dying friendship’s really been dredging stuff up for me again about my last days at school, where my health was deteriorating rapidly, I was starting to go slightly mad, and my friends were losing all interest. I think aside from my health, I was drifting apart from my best friend because he’d disappeared up his arse, taking on the arrogance that long-term couples tend to have towards their single friends. They had little time for anyone else, and seemed to want to match up their friends with each other because it’d be convenient for them. I remember once telling them how sick-making they were, and I was told that when I fell in love I’d understand. At the time it was the most patronising thing I’d ever heard, and I’m so glad to know now that it wasn’t love, it was them. It was their self-obsession, and their immaturity that they tried to pass off as sophistication, because love doesn’t mean shutting out your friends. I know now because I’m in love and I haven’t. It’s really a nothing-victory because it happened years ago, but its enough to make me feel smugly satisfied that the bitterness I had at the time was justified and not just part of my emerging pottiness. And don’t worry, I’ll stop this self-obsession and go back to ranting any day now.
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