In the last year, December has become my least favorite month. The memories associated with it have tarnished the time off and made me dread not having something to focus on.
I miss who I thought was one of my best friends. I guess I learned how important I was to him...
I hate this year, so much.
I miss who I thought was one of my best friends. I guess I learned how important I was to him...
I hate this year, so much.
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I can only know a fraction of what you are going through just off your postings. You are heard and valid. A hug will be faxed if wanted.
To be honest, I don't feel hurt, or validated by the people I feel like I need to see this. And I know there's nothing that can be done about any of this. Because the person who hurt me has shown he doesn't care. Not really.
That sucks, I'm sorry, hun. I've been hurt that way once before so I can empathize. And, you know, that's not on you if they have shown who they truly are on the inside.