DV
How are you so dramatic? Friends have disagreements, just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I give blanket approval of everything you do. How can you say that after Keats died? Have I not been there for you? The fact that you aren’t even trying to understand why I might be upset really speak volumes. You don’t have to agree with me, you clearly don’t. I’m allowed to be mad and cool off about it.
Fine. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired and you chose my lowest possible moment and throw our friendship in my face. Whatever you want Dante.