Sooo... I have this problem with people leaving me. It started in kindergarten when my best friend moved. Obviously friends move all of the time, but it keeps getting worse from there. In fifth grade, my best friend at the time went behind my back and spread nasty rumors. Me being me, I took it all to heart even though it was like a knife to the chest.
Somewhere between sixth and seventh grade, my new best friend had decided that her life was better without me. She completely disregarded the fact that I had practically lived in her house for an entire summer. But that didn't hurt as bad because by that time, I knew nothing would last.
But throughout my whole life, I had one constant friend. I had clothes at her house along with a toothbrush and extra contacts (because I hate my glasses). But now... She has practically thrown away everything we had. I mean, I guess I should have expected it but I feel bad because I should be doing something to stop her from going down this spiral of nothingness. Anyway... That's all I had on my mind for now.
