I was once a friend with myself. It was fun at the beginning; we talked a lot, had some experiences together and, yes, we shared some laughs.
But then it got weird. I would get angry if I saw other people. Jealous of myself, I think I was looking for something more than friendship. I thought about it for a time, but then decided against it. I guess I was just not that much into myself. We drifted apart after that. I missed me a lot, but hanging out with the other voices eventually made it easier.
I still chat with myself every now and then, but nothing more than that.
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