Crying makes me feel so good, but so terrible.
Why did everything have to go and change? Why does everyone I ever care about continue to push me away & hate me. And everyone always says, “Well, it’s something they did, they have a problem.” but how long are we going to go around believing that. After losing so many people I legitimately cared about, I realize none of it is ever their fault.
Past friends have called me selfish and superficial. I never wanted to believe that but the more and more I look at myself I can see no other reason why those who left decided to do so.
What started as a group of many now only boils down to one.