It's 2am and I'm sitting on my bathroom floor crying. My life is over. And I have no one to come put my pieces back together again.

That was me two years ago.

I was a freshman in college and my high of freedom and drinking and Instagram friendships and dating the "bad boy" came crashing down all at once. My friends? They left me because one person had a problem with me standing up for myself. The boy? Cheated on me. He would be the first of many men to decide to stray. Drinking? Almost cost me my college career.

Two years later and I had my friends back. They had gotten rid of the crazy girl who caused them to leave the first time. I had a couple of different circles of friends, some in my college classes, and some to come drag me out of my house when my heart had been broken. Life was great.

Fast forward to today and I am left again. Yet another episode of being left because of a minuscule argument in a group message and everyone slipped away without a peep or an explanation.

But you won't find me on my bathroom floor crying.

You won't see me trying to fight for your friendship or trying to even talk to you. Why? Because I don't deserve to be treated like a disposable failure.

We all make mistakes. And I have made plenty. The important part of making a mistake, however, is that you make the efforts to not make the mistake again. We are all just learning here, right?

To everyone who left me: you are not immune to making mistakes yourself.

Don't you think I cried when you all went somewhere without me? Or talked to a boy I used to like? Or told someone I was trying to get to know that they should stay away from me?

Did I leave you? No. So why should you do the same to me.

I have been treated like this my whole life. From the time I accidentally lied to my mom and she made me pack my bags and dropped me off at my dad's work. I was seven…. Or the time I told a friend that she was treating me poorly and she ignored me for a week to punish me. The list goes on.

And I have stayed silently struggling about it until now. Except to my amazing boyfriend who has kept me from turning on myself through this whole process.

So to everyone who left me: Thank you.

Since your departure from my life, I have learned to finally love myself.

My anxiety is gone because I have learned what it's like to not be afraid of someone else leaving me because you know what? You put me through some major shit and if I can make it through that, I can make it through anyone else going too.

I no longer care what you or anyone else thinks of me because, you know what, if you don't love me for me, then get the hell out. I don't need to waste my time trying to make you more comfortable around me.

I have ambitions and a lifestyle goal you never could achieve. So instead of holding me back any further, I can finally focus on them. I have great family and a network of a few solid friends and a bright ass future that I know I can give my attention and love to without regret.

To everyone who left me, I wish the best for you, stay the hell away from me, and thank you again for turning me from a codependent girl to an independent ass woman with one hell of a future to look forward to.