Friends. in Open Diary.
- July 28, 2020, 8:33 p.m.
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Real friend: Gosh, I love this human, and enjoy spending time with them. Even if time passes, I know they’ll be there.
Also real friend: Oh fuck, they know so much about me. I’m scared to share new things because they will remember twenty years from now.
Now strangers or new friends? Sheeeeet, now they you can word vomit on easy.
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