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Bunny Beanie
Smiling Suicide
- Oct 12, 2023
- 62
Although my past makes me think I'm a horrible person, I do try to be good. I love my friends to death. I've lost a cousin in their teen years, my childhood friend when he was a kid, and more recently a friend who was like a brother to me passing rather young as well. I think people who have lost people very close to them understand the value in friends where those who haven't grieved a friend from death…simply don't. I love way too hard. I understand that there will never be a friend like that for me. I give gifts to my friends randomly because I simply thought about them. I message them every day making sure they are taken care of and are okay. I'm their therapist friend. It makes me feel needed so I don't mind too much. I remember every little detail about them and want to make all my friends lives so much easier. But here's the thing. They aren't and never will be like me as a friend. And I hate that. But I know that's just how my life goes. My love language is Feeling Heard. I want my friends to listen and remember things about me…what I would give to have a friend remember my birthday…(glad they don't because I want to ctb on that day and they can't stop me lol). I want a friend who randomly thinks of me and messages me asking how I'm doing without wanting something in return. I want a friend who doesn't need me but that wants me. I want to be wanted. I want a friend who likes me for me and not the things I do for them. I know I'm needed in their lives because I provide a lot of good for them. I go out of my way to make my friends lives easier…but no one does that for me. Which is good tbh cos I know how unhealthy that is. But I can't stop. I want my friends to always feel appreciated by me. But for once…just ONCE I want to feel appreciated and loved by them and I don't. I also opened up to them about my problems and it's a pattern that they start acting weird after I do. The energy isn't the same. The only reason I KNOW they are all using me is because not once have they asked me about me. They don't ask about my interests. They don't listen to my stories. They simply don't like me. But they like what I do for them. I know this is all my fault. I have to stop being so nice. But me losing friends at such young ages to death makes it impossible to not go above and beyond for all my friends, even if they all make me feel like shit 99% of the time. I just wish they wanted me and not needed me. But hey at least I'm needed. Doesn't matter anyways. I'm gonna tell them I'm going on vacation near my birthday and not letting them know where because I actually don't know where. When I ctb on my birthday I'll find out where my vacation lies. They won't even care. Oh well.