As it turns out: Constantly having to make excuses for someone and their shitty life decisions or extreme cognitive dissonance is a very taxing thing.

It goes through phases I think. Anger at first, stemming from the feeling that a friend could ever turn out to be a certain way. You feel betrayed. Perhaps a little pissed that you wasted time with them, texted them to made sure they made it home safe or bought them donuts & coffee ever.

That's followed by periods of sadness and disappointment, because you've seen where they started and probably had to watch them become a husk of a person day by day. In a way it feels even worse than having a friend pass away, because it's cancerous and slow. The pills, therapy, and new distractions all seem like short-term solutions for long term problems that are probably going to haunt them for a lifetime. In short, it fucking blows cocks n' dicks.

And finally? Nothing. Seriously! Air, where that person once was. An empty car seat or an extra ticket to see that awful band you both loved. One fork too many in your cheese fries. But eventually life fills in the gaps one way or another. Hopefully a new friend will come along and if you're lucky, they'll throw some meat on the grill and crack a cold one open for you, asking why the hell you ever stuck around that twatwaffle for so long. I think that's the part where you just have to shrug and be grateful for them and the rest with staying power that walked into your life afterwards.

Really though, next chance you get tell the real homies thank you for everything to their face; The good ones will act like it's no big deal "Business as usual", or say "I know" like Han!