That thing. That one thing. You know which thing I'm talking about. The thing that instantly makes you upset. The thing that makes you cry. The thing that hurts so much, when it shouldn't. It does. It hurts. It breaks you into a millions pieces. That thing kills me.
It should bother me that we barely talk anymore. That you don't even check up on me when I might actually be dying. But honestly, I'm used to it by now.