tight

yeah. that's the word. we used to be so tight. now it's just. weird.
it's my fault i got a fungal infection on my feet? wished i got charged?
you're no different from those self-righteous pricks who stoned the somali rape victim to death, for "adultery".
yeah go ahead. it's nice to know that these are the same people whom i've spent the better part of the past year with. i mean, if there's a problem, confront me. what's up with the sarcastic comments or just plain ignoring me.
goodness, i guess no one treasures things enough to want to work at it.. i don't like burning bridges. because, one day, there might be no more bridges left for you to cross.