So, I lost a friend today. But at the same time, I really didn’t. She hadn’t been a friend to me most of the time I had known her and it’s a testament to how hard I can lie to myself that I ever loved her as a friend to begin with. I tried so hard with her and wanted to keep her in my life so, so much that I allowed her to be cruel and distant with me.
When confronted by a mutual friend she said she hurt me because she was dealing with something bad in her home life, and that justifies her taking it out on me —- and that he should get over it. She seriously said that. Sometimes I think I want to be loved and cared about so bad that I’ll put up with absolutely anything. I just let people use me and I can’t seem to stop. 🙁