A letter to my "best friend" that I will never send
I have had my fair share of bad friends. They come into my life because I don't notice the negativity they bring with them. But it's there. A glowing red sign saying "run now" and I just move closer. I foster these friendships for years. And eventually it always turns out the same way. One sided messages "how are you?" "Are you free to hang out?" "Haven't talked in a while are you doing alright" all with vague, halfhearted responses. The worst part though, is when they say they're "too busy" to hang out and then you send me Snapchat of you hanging out with someone else. Multiple times. At that point I cannot brush it off anymore. At that point, you are shoving it in my face saying "hey! Look at this! Doesn't it make you sad?" And id be lying if I said it didn't. But there come a point where you cannot use your mental illness as an excuse for being a shitty person. I get it I have the same fucking mental illnesses as you do, and yet I still try to make an effort and I see nothing in return. Absolutely nothing. So stop sending me pictures of my replacements and stop tagging me in shit on Facebook as an attempt to maintain the friendship. Stop only talking to me when your boyfriend is being an asshole and stop treating people badly because you don't have the mental capacity to be a compassionate person. Fuck off.
