It's been a while since I've posted a blog on here.
So, the past few weeks I have been the most depressed I've ever been, but... I'm slowly making my way up.
It all began with a message a friend sent saying that he doesn't give an "f" about any of his old friends anymore... including me.
Yeah. As you can imagine, I was devastated. He hates me with all of his soul, doesn't care about me and... even though everyone is like, "Don't let it get you down; it's not worth it"... secretly, almost, it is. It hurts me. It kills me, even. Like a knife to my spine, his words are to my heart.
But he doesn't care. All those times when I felt like he didn't and he told me that he did and that he loved me and that I was one of the only people in his life keeping him from committing suicide... he never meant it.
He doesn't feel any empathy towards my situation at all.
Why, you may ask?
Because he can never admit to having a problem. Because he can never admit to being wrong.
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