How nice for you. No guilt or shame.

I saw a friend we used to have when you knew me. Haven't seen him in three years.

I started crying and couldn't speak. I used to enjoy the time the four of us, with his partner, used to share.

Now I'm depressed and can't maintain social relationships. I live alone and haven't had any love in my life for three years.

Thank god for anti-depressants. I doubt I'd still be here. But I am.

Crying on the street.

Frequently.

I wish you were capable of shame. It would ruin your health if you confronted your guilt.

Speaking on behalf of the MbS Discard Pile.

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