The realization that your friends were never really your friends except for a fleeting point in time when they needed you to define themselves and once they were defined you were the stepping stone to which they torpedoed off of into life leaving you behind in the smoldering dust of “were still friends but I have more important things to think about than you” your problems become an overlooked joke as they branch off and abandon you in your own mind which they know is dangerous. So I have to stay back and let the anxiety overcome me because my sadness is no ones problem but my own. But it used to be theirs too.
Life is but a fleeting whisper of an experience. Death is an oncoming shout of an event.