Fun thing about no longer having any jw friends who will talk to you is that you can be as public as you damn well please about your feelings and what are they gonna do? Not talk to you more? Maybe I’ll write a fricken book.
Having to be That Dick™ and explain over and over to almost every single classmate that no you can’t accept their valentines that they brought in for everyone, no you can’t go to their birthday party, no you can’t eat those cupcakes their mom bought, no you can’t do (totally normal and harmless friendship thing)
