บท 63: Matt Bennington

I hung up the phone on Tyler, not even bothering to spare another thought for his whining. It was all he did recently, and I was sick of it. I didn't ask Tyler to try and take Paul's place; he just did it on his own, thinking it would somehow make him important to me.

God, Tyler is so damn clueless. It's like he has no idea how irritating he is.

I finished another round of PubG, feeling the rush of victory that was all too familiar. Tyler? He was just background noise, a constant drain on my time and energy. Every time we hung out, he assumed everyone was happy to see him, but honestly, I was only putting up with him out of obligation. He always acted like he was my best friend, but in reality, he was just this needy, emotional drain. I was tired of him constantly needing reassurance or help with the most trivial things. Like, figure it out yourself for once!