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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short story on my life

~~So to begin I wanna be clear about something. I am not a good writer so if small errors bug you then this isn’t for you. I also want to say this is my personal story I do not believe everyone who is this type of person has the same life as me. Ok now to begin

I’m the kind of guy that would drop anything for my friends especially my best friend. I listen to the problems they have everyday but why? Its because I like making people feel better. Because me, I am completely angry at life. I hate myself mostly which definitely my biggest hindrance. One of my friends really makes me think every night. She always ask me when life will get better and of course I tell her soon and she will be happy again eventually. But I don’t believe that honestly because when will my life itself get better? For as long as I’ve been trying to help out everyone (roughly five years) its been a downwards spiral. The first year it was just drama. The second year I met my best friend/sister if your into the whole fake family deal. Well you would think having someone like that would really help you right? Well for the first year it was what you would expect from a friendship like that. We were really close and she told me everything before anyone else or maybe only told me. But then she started to become a social butterfly which for her is a good thing but for me when she was my closest friend and I get barley any attention it sucks. She still told me how I was the best friend out of everyone and how important I was but she never texted me or anything. Hell I had no idea what was going on with her anymore. This continued into my freshman year in high school. She went to another school than me. We started to text then but never really saw each other. I had fallen in love with this one girl but that didn’t pan out at all and I had no one so I was really depressed. Eventually I had enough and was suicidal. I told that my best friend about it and she told the school and got me sent to the mental hospital. Now that was a good week. I enjoyed being around others like me. It was very refreshing. But like anything good it was short lived and after a week I was thrust back into reality. My phone was full of text from this girl I barley knew and in those messages it showed that she really cared. Well long story short I moved schools and don’t talk to her anymore sadly. But the new school I went to I was with my sister again and if I thought things were bad then boy was I in for a surprise. She constantly dated these guys who mistreated her, the first guy even had his friends gang rape her. The next guy after that said he was gonna kill me if she didn’t stop talking to me. But after he was gone the next guy was ok. I had no problems with him. Except again I was pushed out and I was talked to a little bit but not much. A few weeks later this new guy moves into town and she spent whatever time she used to with him. This crushed me cause I had to sit back and watch. I tried to be stuff with them but I was always left out so I was alone. To this day she doesn’t understand how she did me wrong. I took her on  vacation with me in hopes everything would get better and afterwards they did. For a while… any time I tried to hangout I was told at the last minute she couldn’t. after so long of dealing with this you think id say screw it and move on right? Well I was to scared that I would lose her even though she was a bad friend. Of course I never let her know she was a bad friend I lied all the time just to make her happy. I was paranoid that anything I did would make her not like me and say that we weren’t friends anymore. Well earlier today it came out from her mom that for something I thought we wanted to do for a long time she couldn do it. Because she never asked and was gonna lie to me about it. So yeah I’ve been replaced. I thought she would be my friend for life but it turns out I don’t matter anymore. Me being there through her trying to overdose and her cutting herself or whenever something bad happened and id be there. It was all nothing to her. i can barley think about it anymore without being upset. This situation is killing me but yet I still tell people life gets better and its worth living but honestly I don’t think it gets better. I’m coming to terms with the situation and having to live with it but it will never get easier.

Thanks for reading


Submitted: August 28, 2014

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