I hate how fucking pathetic I am. I doubt all the people I sadly google wondering if they ever think of me ever do. For me it’s the loss of a best friend who I thought was my soul mate but for her its just that someone who was convienient for her to use isn’t around anymore. Her promises didnt mean shit. I hate her success though. She probably doesnt ever think about me. I wonder if he messaged her too. I wonder what he expected me to say. I hope it pisses him off that I never answered. It proves that he still thought of me even if she never did. I barely think of him. Sometimes- but honestly I dont even feel bitter about the same things anymore. Now I just remember that he caused me pain and so I dislike him on principle, but he doesnt enter my thoughts that much.
I just miss my friendship. I mean yeah I thought she was my other half but aside from all the feelings and bullshit, I just miss someone who liked all the same things as I did and who would get excited about the same things as me. I thought she understood all of my insecurities too. I couldn’t believe my luck that I found someone like that. Someone that I could like on a surface level and also also share all my mental illness related thoughts and feelings. Now I wish I could have had seperate people for those things. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so lonely now. Maybe I shouldn’t have cut her off completely, and I should have just kept her as a casual friend. I don’t know. The hurt was really deep and I don’t know if I could do that. I do know that the situation was bad for me and that it was good to have it removed. But was the situation Her, or was it just everything I was attributing to it that was the problem. I dont regret changing things, I had to do something, but I can’t help but feeling that maybe I made the wrong change. I dont know. I am full of pain and doubt and regret and what ifs. None of it matters. I am where I am and things are what they are.