Over analysis.
Sudden pangs of guilt for perhaps revealing things too personal about someone I truly care about. Choosing to tell, of all people, the very last person they'd want to know such details. Oh, ho, ho, don't you know she's hung up on you? Oh, ho, ho, she yapped about you all night. Oh, ho, ho, she's jealous of me. Oh, ho, ho, pent up girl-crush. Oh, ho, ho isn't that funny? Oh, ho, ho.
No it's not.
I'm an awful friend, sometimes.
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