Rant about friends, you’re welcome to ignore this:
Their code names will be Leah and Maru. I took those names from my favorite game, Stardew Valley, and, while the people I’m talking about today are frustrating me so uh I could scream, the characters from the game have done no harm.
Leah and Maru have been my friends since 6th grade. We just graduated 8th grade.
In 6th grade, I had convinced myself that all my friends, not just Leah and Maru, hated me, but I scared them into hanging out with me. Eventually, they pulled me out of that, but that month of crying myself to sleep, writing in notebooks about how trash I am and how sorry I am... That month was awful.
And now those two have made me go back into that awful state. They don’t talk to me about anything besides joking around. I’m the jokester, and I can’t handle anything serious.
But I can. I can handle being serious, but they don’t want serious as I would give it. They don’t want the, “You may say you’re not dating him, but you both still act like you did when you were dating.” They want the “It’s okay that you still talk to your ex behind your dad’s back without his permission even though your ex is in 10th grade and we’re in 8th grade.”
Maybe they don’t think I’m serious.
Well, they wouldn’t know. They don’t talk seriously to me.
Maybe they don’t trust me.
I haven’t given away a secret, because they haven’t given me any. I wouldn’t give any away anyways.
I wrote them both a letter that says, in a nutshell, “Don’t talk to me over summer break. You two have hurt me, and you have caused me to shrink back into my 6th grade depression. You have more friends, I have one other good friend. I hide nothing from you, you hide everything from me.”
i want to die
but i dont
im too scared to die
i just want a better life
a better mom
better friends
a better
me