I argued with a friend and it made me want to write. I first wrote this sentence; It takes two to argue, but one to die. It's about how this friend was talking about unfriending a guy who could potentially throw another friend into su*cide. I was just frustrated that he was willing to do so much for this friend, but not me.
This is by all means, nothing special. But I just wanted to write about something nostalgic. Because losing friends isn't anything special.