“Before he came along, you looked up what I was doing. You always saw and knew my updates without me telling you. And we had always kept up on each other’s activities. We shared daily lives. Were each other’s support. I thought, after such a long time, I found a real friend. When you drifted apart, I still saw your updates, I still saw the pop-up notifications, the posting updates, the online-offline going-ons but you stopped initiating chats. You started standing me up on weekends. All you talked about was him. But you said it was work. When I openly told you what I’ve been seeing through these notifs, you shut everything off. You walled me away. I had always had you in mind. Your safety, your well-being, your birthday, Christmas. And you said treasure our friendship? You really hurt me. You really, really did.”

I grew away from you because Covid changed you. You were nicer before Covid. Still demeaning occasionally. But nicer. At the dawn of Covid, you became mean. I don’t know what you mean by standing you up on weekends. I only turned you down once. And what’s this whole thing about communicating online? Or basing a whole friendship on whether or not you read someone’s SM everyday. Do you think that I’m on my other friends’ SM everyday to find out what they’re doing? REAL friends communicate OVER THE PHONE and communicate over the phone when they have problems with each other or face to face. Not through chat. The fact that you couldn’t do that, suggests that you cannot communicate properly with your friends.