Every winter in South Park is exactly the same.
Every winter we grow a little older and realize that the world is a little shittier than we thought.
It's been eight years since we first met. Eight years, and I don't feel much different.
But I guess I am.
You never really changed though, and I guess that's why I still like you so much. Your thoughts about what's unfair and cruel in this world doesn't reach further than having no friends.
You still scream when somebody reaches out for you, and you still don't go out. Did you ever really do that? I don't really remember, but whenever I think about us it's never anywhere but here.
A few years ago, I thought it might be good for you to come out of your room. So I tried to make you. I thought you were scared because you never ever faced anything you feared. I dragged you out and forced you into my circle of friends, forced you into a life you never really wanted just because I didn't know what else to do. And now you're here. I'm sorry.

Sometimes, I wish you could read my thoughts. Really. I know I've been an asshole from time to time, and if there's anything I truly regret it's ever letting you down.
I never told you that I was sorry, and I probably never will. But I'll make it up to you. Subtle, but nice. Any other reaction from me would be weird. I don't wanna freak you out more than I have to.

You only hang out with me because you don't have any other friends. You wouldn't ever admit it, would you.
You're way too nice to ever let me go, and you're way too scared. In a couple of years we'll be expected to build our own lives, move away and stand on our own two feet.
I hope you'll get out of here. You're too fucking good for this. Don't ever end up like all of the people we know will do.
Maybe it's what they want. I don't know. But I know you want something bigger than this and I'll make sure you get it, no matter what. Even if it means I'll have to leave you, or stay with you constantly.
Why are you still even here?

You look so small there, in your thick coat, wiping snow off your face. I used to despise you and call you a fucking wuss. And yeah, you are but I admire you for being able to show any feelings at all, considering what life we live.
You're scared of everything outside your walls. And I hate everything outside us.

Don't ever stop, you know, being so stupid. Whenever I see you, and all your twitches, and when you tell me about your phobias, or when you don't wanna go out because you're scared, I know I'm still me and that I'm still here. I don't know what I'd do if you stopped being you.
Everything has changed, and you're the only thing I've got that makes me sure everything is still the same as before.
Because you are.

I know everythings going to change, and I know you're scared. I'm scared too.
We'll be left here if we don't move soon.

But it doesn't matter.
Because we're still here, right?
It's gonna be okay.

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