when someone you grew up with still steals your hoodies, eats your leftovers, and falls asleep on the couch like it means nothing. maybe it does mean nothing to them. problem is, i’m not that normal about it. and last night they didn’t exactly push me away, so now i’m supposed to what? make breakfast and pretend my brain didn’t short-circuit? don’t say move out. rent is evil and i’m not a saint.