My friend, I’ve come to the conclusion, is selfish. She has a new boyfriend. They spend all day in my friend's room. I hear the vibration of their voices through the wall. Laughter mostly and sometimes sounds I wish I didn't hear. Before her boyfriend, my friend was depressed. It used to be me who would lie next to her in bed. I would tell her jokes to make her laugh and stories about all the bad luck I’ve had with men.