Apparently being friends with me isn't worth much.
I don't get how it's so easy for people to use me and throw me away like tissue and how people who honestly suck at being good friends manage to get away with murder.
It's been two months in hostel. And I think I can safely say, that I have either one or zero friends.
Last night we had gone out, and someone said that I'd bitched about one of my friends and everything I'd built up, everything I thought I had for sure came crashing like a house of cards. I'm not even exaggerating.
My best friend stuck around for a bit, but I'm sure I managed to piss him off also. I have no one to hang out with now.
Life is hell-like.
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