All my life I had been the second choice.
Being in a Friend group of three would always turn on me and I would always end up disappointed. But this time was different.
These where the two friends that had been my friends for the longest time.
She was my best friend. I admired her and was there for her in all her pain and happiness. We had literally been through thick and thin.
Losing two out of my three closest friends was a slow and painful process. I cried a lot.
I have no one. As always I feel completely alone in this world. Dragging out our breakup was the worst thing anyone can do to me. On top I just don't know what to do. I need someone to tell me it'll all work and it well and that I'll find new people that I trust as much.
The part that angers me, is that they keep pretending it's not their fault. It's always all in my head and I'm wrong and I'm the one starting the drama.
I know I don't want to surround myself with people like that anymore but I'm just slowly being abandoned and isolated. I feel so alone.
And now the funny part.
It all started with my dad.
