I’m am going to forget about how my relationship b/w my “best friend” and I no longer exist or has a fighting chance to recover. I will forget about him and how much he has changed. for now though, I am going to wallow in my lone state of depression, as I remember all the good things we had and how that slowly died. When I think about it, it’s not his or my fault as to why everything didnt work out. He changed, gave in to fads. Where I in a sense matured, believed in what I think is true to myself and told him the truth even if it hurt.
Just sucks to remember how many good ties we had. In the beginning years of our friendship we would have convos where i would be laughing non stop and smiling thinking that this guy really makes me happy. Over time that happiness dwindled away. Things slowly start to to go away like the feelings we had the memories we built together. It really does kill me.
well, there goes one more for the tally of failed friendships..