“Losing a friend“

Weeks ago, you ended our friendship, and today, you were sharing reels with the gifts I gave you. It hurt seeing you drink from the mug and taking your Liama Larry out drinking.

I didn’t know what it meant. Were you hoping I’d notice, or do you not even remember where you got the things I gave you?

You were my mentor, my Boo, my best friend, or so I thought. You stepped away from me for reasons that I don’t understand. I opened myself up like never before, only to regret it now.

You listened to someone that doesn’t give a shit about the real me. They don’t know me, and apparently, you didn’t either.

I sincerely hope you are happy without me in your life. Me? Well, I’m feeling so many emotions. Hurt, upset, anger, and lack of understanding are just a few of those emotions.

I know the healing I need to do. It would have been more accessible with you as my guide and best friend. Honestly, now I wonder why to bother anymore. At this point, I’m returning for another lifetime to learn these lessons—losing you as a friend makes me sad because I don’t want to return. I am so tired; I’m so done trying to be a certain way; I have suffered enough for a million lifetimes.