Better

We’ve been friends since seventh grade. But it isn’t the same anymore. I feel like our relationship has been stretched thinner and thinner with each passing year. And it isn’t just because you moved. We share so many great memories together. That will never change. And we’re still friends, just not in the same way. You became dramatic and attention seeking. The interactions we did have last year were so draining for me. I was sick and tired of having all of my energy sucked away trying to help you. And don’t get me wrong. I was more than happy to help you. I tried my best. But I got nothing in return.

Sometimes it felt like I was trying to fill a strainer with water. I gave you all the help I could, but you somehow always needed more. I would stress myself out to no avail thinking about your issues. I would come home from school tired from trying to sort out the drama that you brought about. My heart was torn to shreds when you doubted yourself and said you weren’t good enough, when you called me bawling after a break up, when I knew something was up but you just wouldn’t reveal anything to me. But you were never truly distressed. You just wanted the attention, people fawning over you, asking “What’s wrong?” “Is everything okay?”. Why would you do that to me? I thought you were one of my best friends. But a true friend wouldn’t be so selfish that she would manipulate her friend, knowing very well that she was tearing her apart like paper. You were willing to make me sick to my stomach worrying about you, sacrificing my emotions for your attention. It will never be the same. You messed up one too many times.