On a oft-unmentioned note:
MS is becoming a stressful nonpart of my life.
When summer started, I was so sure that our friendship was solid. I was the last person he said goodbye to before he left; we hugged insanely tight and his dad went
Wow, I’ve never seen Max light up around someone like this
and we stayed strong through struggles like being pitted against each other for a job we thought we would do together and we were so solid.
And then summer began and I visited him and we hung out and made plans to do drugs and visit so often
And then summer wore on and he stopped responding to my messages and Snapchats so I started messaging him less and less and less
And then he very conspicuously forgot that we’d planned to hang out that involved my extensive planning
And then he kept not responding to my do-over plan suggestions
And then I started getting annoyed and passive aggressive
And that’s where we are.