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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