Do you cut the cord of a dying friendship or do you keep trying and salvage it?
On my last day back at home, before I packed up and moved 4 hours away, only two people came to say goodbye and wish me luck. You can say that I'm mad and hurt that the others, the ones who were supposed to be there didn't bother to say anything or at least a farewell. Though they aren't completely at fault, I stopped trying too but when S.A.D reoccurs again, it tends to consume every aspect of energy I have and at times, leave me in the middle of downtown on the verge of a break down.
excuses excuses excuses, that's what it might sound like.
I know good friends are hard to come by but when the effort is stopped, it's definitely a sign, isn't it?
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