It’s one of my ex-best friend’s birthdays today. April 4th for Volivia. Might have been better for me to not log into Facebook at all. Still, she did leave a birthday message on my wall despite our falling out. I’d feel like a steaming ham if I didn’t leave one on her own in return.
I didn’t like it. She’s as beautiful as ever. More so. She’s the picture of a model, she has been for as long as I can remember. Especially with the whole woodland warrior elf aesthetic she’s had going on for years now. She has at least a dozen people leaving comments on her Facebook wall. People flattering her, telling her she’s amazing. They like her, some love her.
She’s easy to like for normal people, I think. She doesn’t have much in the way of complicated, nothing too messy, nothing challenging to wrap your head around when you get to know her. Felt a flare of jealousy looking at her Facebook wall, that slumped into this wave of saddening defeat. I’m very tired.
