This is the danger of trying to buy friendships. Deep down I’m still the same scared, confused child I always was- wanting desperately for someone to notice how bad it *hurts*, and baffled as to why nobody’s bothering to notice.
My friends are friends of convenience. I don’t think, outside of my husband, there’s anyone left that really loves me.
one day my friends will give a fuck that my mental health is crashing and I can’t handle their emotional baggage when I’m struggling so hard with my own
