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I always expected that I had good friends. True, after high school we didn’t speak much, but I thought our friendships were oriented and steadfast. Still, some friendships are as strong as they are frail, easily altered by unexpected circumstances.

I was chatting with an old friend last week because I felt like I needed to tell him something that I never said to anyone before. I was wary to tell him.

“He can be trusted,” I assured myself.

I wanted to tell him not for the attention, but for the support that I knew he would give. In my mind there was no reason why I was going to keep it from him any longer. 

I began to tell him my life’s story, my downfalls, and my survival. Little by little I felt my burden being lifted as I read his replies of comfort. 

After I completed summarizing my life in the little AIM window, I was filled with glee. I had finally rid myself of my afflictions and pain, and it was all thanks to my supportive friend.

A couple of days later, I discovered that my dear friend deleted me from his friends on Facebook. I called his phone and there was no answer. I sent various text messages – nothing. It turns out that this two-faced son of a bitch was too afraid to be my friend.

This foul, sorry excuse of a human is too dimwitted to accept someone for who they are, and too moronic to actually think that my existence would cease the moment he took me off his friends list. 

Do us all a favor, blowjob, and fade away.

-Follow your instincts.