Thinking about people that I used to know caused me a lot of pain. They had made me broken because they had done me dirty in their own selfish ways.
This one person that I want to talk about is my ex-bestfriend. This was during high school, it was between 2014-2016. She was a sister to me and I called her that because we had a connection that I thought was there. But she faked it the whole time. I don't know why, though?
At those times, she made me feel that I had someone, and I feel like crap because she threw me away like trash after harsh truth came out.
In 2014, it started out really well. We laughed, talked, and had fun. We talked about boys, wattpad, and other things.
In 2015, it was starting to turn out weird. She was starting to not spend time with me much, very slowly, though. Well, after school was out for the summer, she hadn't talked to me much. Then I felt hurt, and when school started in the fall. I had a feeling that something didn't feel right. So I ignored her because I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right about her.. then one of her friends came to me. It was like the 2nd day, though. She asked me why I ignored her? I didn't say much to her because she was yelling at me. My friends that I sat with knew I was uncomfortable about it, and one of them told her to leave me alone. Then she told me before she left, (you better come to her outside during lunch, because if you don't, their would be issues.) I freaked out and my friends got concerned after she left. They told me just to ignore her, and I did. I went somewhere that they wouldn't find me, I kinda had a panic attack.. Well, after that day, they stopped.. I felt relief.
Well, 5 or 6 months later, she came to me when I was outside talking to one of my friends. She apologized for her friends and made a threat. I kinda didn't believe her because she could have apologized in the beginning with.
In 2016, we talked some, not an everyday thing. She was going to graduate, and I felt relief. I had a necklace of our friendship, and this was a day that I had the truth about her. I asked one of my friends to give her the necklace back. I waited until the end of the school day, and he came back to me. He told me that she threw it away. I thought that she would come to me instead of him. I guess I was wrong.. she never cared about me.
After that, I never talked to her after that.
The rest was history... that is my vent story about my life. Like 1/100 of my life.
