Just when I thought I lost it all...
I didnt.
I lost even more.
The one I would have done anything for. As if she were my own family. My sister. Not by blood, but by choice.
Out of everyone in this world, you were the one I would have gotten a matching tattoo with. I'm glad I didn't.
At one point, we were so close, your family took me in as one if their own. It felt nice to be welcomed. And I thought that nothing could break us apart.
But then he came.
And you became Ariel.
And nothing anyone said about him would matter to you because everyone was wrong. Or maybe it just fueled your rebellious side to want him more.
And now he's making you cry. Making you do everything. Making you pay for everything. Calling you derogatory names and you call it your "love language".
I may not be a pro to love, but I know that someone who loves you and cares about you wouldn't do that to you.
You deserve better and you know it.
While you would tell me your problems and I would comfort you.... I would then tell you my problems and instead of being there for support, you always had to voice your opinion and try to come up with a way to "fix" things.
But your way of fixing things is running away. You ran away from your family who care about you and are concerned about you. You ran 3 states away to be with the guy who wouldn't even think about what you wanted first. You ran away from any friend you may have had... And I stuck around. Because you were drowning.
And now you're becoming just as toxic as him.
You don't contact your family, they contact you. You don't contact me, your one friend. I contact you. And you choose who and when you want to respond. When everyone is just worried you're gonna be the next face on the Investigation Discovery channel.
I've been at such a low for a good 2 months, and not once have you reached out to me. I had to reach out to you. Especially at my rock bottom. And all I asked was your support and you had to put your sense in again. Telling me what to do when I am hurting and just needed some kind of goodness to talk to. To listen. To be there.
But you don't know how to comfort anymore. Or if you ever did for that matter.
Instead of me lashing out tonight, I will wait for the right time to confront you. About how crappy of a friend you have been to me. How you have never listened to me. Or how I don't think you really ever cared.
You think this world revolves around you, and everyone else is to blame for your unfortunate circumstances. Once I tell you everything, you'll have to confront the truth. You'll probably just let it in one ear and out the other.
One day you'll believe me.
