Maybe this is the upside of not being a constant success.

The fall isn't ever harder than I think. I welcome it like an old childhood friend while everyone in the sky hits the floor and shatters.

That's what you get when you have "expectations", bitch. Stop thinking that your her support system, too. Because you're the main source of the pain. You and your goddamn pedestal. Step off, fuck off, and stop deluding yourself into thinking those around you really cared.

You're the only pushing them away, and I don't know how much funnier it can get watching. I almost want to cringe instead.

I hope you end up at a dead-end job reading all those damn novels and reciting all those damn big words you thought would get you somewhere.

No one ever cared.