Those people were like a cell: they functioned, then turned into a ravenous cancer. I’m glad I left them; I’m glad they don’t talk to me; I’m glad I’m rid of them. They only proved to themselves how true friendship works; I can’t wait for their foundation to crumble. There are already so many cracks, it’s like a show that would be on HBO. That’s how dramatic they are. They will turn on one another; in fact they already have. My mother always said there would be assholes everywhere, but what she didn’t understand was how many of them would be situated in the little town that corrupted my final year of high school.