I hate hate hate hate everything changing, man. Just friend stuff (Same white friend I mentioned earlier hahaa

Now that I think about it, I think she'd be weirded out and worried by me calling her "my white friend" in self-flagellating reverence so I'm just gonna call her "Friend" from here on out).
I'm trying to see if I'm being selfish here, I feel like I am, but I also don't feel like I am. Everythings just changing, maybe I'm stuck in the past, but everything's moving too fast for me. First a boyfriend, then a parental divorce, then she moves because of said parental divorce, and she's just been so
different since college. So much more tired and anxious and it breaks my heart to see, man. And ya, I'm tired and anxious too, but I've always been tired and anxious, it's so surreal to see someone I knew as autistic and awkward and rambley just turn into this work-focused, tired and nauseous all the time, university student. I think I'm under this idea that I never changed since middle school, at least outwardly. Of course I've changed, I've become so much more jaded and hateful, but I never show that to her. I pretend to be the same for her, I almost wish she'd pretend too.
Last night she told me something about herself, and it bothered me. Not cause it was bad, but cause it was just another change. I had this feeling of "No, no. You weren't always like that, that's not true." the thing wasn't even bad, it just... Wasn't the same. I pretended to be fine, tried to just pass it off that I was tired and that's why I seemed so grumpy, but it's like. Man, I just want it to be middle school again. Why does everything keep changing. Life changes, she changed, I changed. Fuck.