"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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in too deep.

i'm still reeling from the shock of it all. how you told me not to trust her, but all that supposed concern was just so that your own flaws and secrets wouldn't be uncovered. all those people around, all those lies, all those motives.

it feels like one of my friend's happiness lies in my hands? maybe this time it's really true, maybe i shouldn't interfere any longer, maybe i shouldn't have interfered at all. he's pleading me to help him, but by doing so i don't know whether it'll do my friend good or bad.

it's a really bad time to ask for my help because i've just lost my trust of everything. everyone.

every step i try to take away from you, i stumble, and find myself sinking down even lower than before.