For Anyone Who Asks Themselves In Despair, 'Why Me?'

For Anyone Asking Themselves In Despair, 'Why Me?'

For better or for worse, everything happens for a reason.

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Have you ever just sat in bed at night and wondered "why me?"

Specifically, why don't things go your way sometimes? Why does it seem that every single person other than you gets exactly what they want? I know I feel that way. I look at my friends and they're the ones that get the boy that you wanted, the job that you were praying for, the part in a show while you get to sit in the audience. When by some miracle something does go your way, it doesn't last or it wasn't exactly what you anticipated to be.

The number of conversations where I would try to barter with God is astronomical. It feels completely one way and that I'm just crying to radio silence. Why can't I be the pretty one? Why am I not smart enough to be on the Dean's list? Why isn't the guy I like interested in me? Why can't I ever get picked first for pickup basketball? Why can't I seem to lose the weight I've been striving to do for YEARS?

Just... why me?

I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this. I'm willing to bet that everyone has had that thought at some point in their lives but when you have it, you feel like you are at your lowest point and it hurts like heck. You feel like your entire existence is a joke because nothing is working out for you.

Maybe not now they won't, but they will eventually.

There will come a day when you will be perfectly content with yourself. You will embrace your looks and your personality. That jerk that you were on and off with for years will finally be erased from your life and you will find the person that reflects your soul. You won't feel lonely at night anymore. You will finally have a job that will make you feel like the most successful person in the world and for once in your life, you won't be asking "why me?" but instead you will be saying, "I did it and I'm happy with myself."

Now it may seem that you will never be content with anything in your life but for better or for worse, everything happens for a reason. Whenever you feel like the world is against you, remember that there are still people who are rooting for you and your success and that you're not the only one asking why me? It just takes time. Time, patience, persistence, and knowing when you need to rest. Some battles aren't meant to be won by you but there a million more battles that are waiting for your victory.

So go ahead, cry about it for a bit but then pick yourself up and keep going. You won't be asking "why me" forever.

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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it

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Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

SEE ALSO: To The Girls Who Float Between Friend Groups

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How To Cope With A Best Friend Breakup


Breaking up with a boyfriend is one thing, but breaking up with your best friend is a whole new level of heartbreak.

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We all know breakups can be tough, but when that breakup happens to be between you and your best friend, things reach a new level of heartbreak. I met my best friend junior year of high school after our Spanish teacher randomly assigned us to be partners; we struggled so much in that class but in the end, we truly became inseparable. When senior year rolled around we were still close as ever; people would often joke that we were sisters because we looked and acted so much alike. We would go on little dates together, go to parties together, and were always the first person we called when something "major happened."

When my best friend's boyfriend of four years cheated on her while we were spring breaking in Europe, it became my duty to make her feel better; I would randomly drop off flowers and little notes to her house, spend countless hours just listening to her cry and vent, and even stopped talking to people associated with her boyfriend so as to show my "support." All of these things were no big deal to me considering I loved this girl like a sister; whatever she needed I was there to give that to her.

Things soon took a sharp turn when we entered not only the same college but the same sorority. While I was struggling with the social aspect of FSU, my best friend soon found new best friends. When I started having major issues with my boyfriend, I would automatically text/call my best friend as she did with me, but instead of support, I got the sense that she was passive and uninterested. Our little dates and goofy inside jokes disappeared and reappeared between her and her new friends, and my comfortableness around her soon turned into insecurity.

Coming to terms with the fact that the girl I knew everything about is now basically a stranger was a hard one to overcome; I didn't want to accept the fact that my best friend decided it was time to find new ones. It's heartbreaking knowing that the special things you shared with a person are now being shared with others, and it's hard to accept the fact that you aren't wanted or needed by the one person you thought would be by your side forever.

Since school has ended I think I have accepted the fact that we're no longer what we used to be. Of course, it still stings when I see social media posts with her new, college friends, but I just have to remind myself that this is part of life and I just have to move on. I will forever cherish the memories I made with her, but it's time to acknowledge that they were made with someone in my past, not with someone in my present.

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