I have always had this crush on one girl, who I nicknamed Mags. She was a really good friend. But the day before things changed, my uncle died, and I didn’t know how to feel. I felt very sad and full of anxiety that day and the day after. I already told people about what I was going through, but some still gave me a hard time throughout the day. The stress was accumulating inside my head. And just when I couldn’t take it anymore, my crush asked me why I was very strange that day. I told her my situation, and she said, “well it doesn’t give you the right to be so strange.” That really hurt me deep down inside, and my viewpoint of her completely changed that day.
My personality changed throughout my life, but not as much as this time. From paranoid to bitter, my heart was broken. And now I’m warning you people: at least one of your friends only cares about you if you something they need. It’s too late for me now. The trait’s inevitable. Just remember: the clock is ticking.