29 January 2016

Twisted

One of the things I tear myself up over with my lack of friends is...

Stopping being friends when the friendship has turned unhealthy.

I can do it.  It sucks, it makes me reluctant to attempt to make new friends.

You'd think that once I'd ripped off the band-aid there'd be a feeling of relief... right?

Well... Once I stop initiating contact with a lot of these former friends, contact ceases.  They never even try to get hold of me once I stop getting hold of them.

That's as painful as the realization that the friendship was toxic for some reason.

Not that I wanted to be friends anymore, but they didn't even try to keep me around.

It makes you evaluate yourself rather lowly it does.

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