It’s not often anyone likes to admit they let the ignorance of someone unimportant get to them—that the actions or absence of another individual has made you question if it was something you did. Something you could’ve said to change the situation. You break down in tears because you don’t feel like you’re enough for anyone. This is why it’s difficult for me to say that all of this is an accurate representation of my life for the past few weeks.

I’ve let my sensitivity get the best of me, and my kindness has been clouding my better judgment. I’ve been making excuses for everyone, whether it's that they work a lot or have other responsibilities, they need to tend to, as to why they haven’t come around. I get my hopes up and expect from everyone else what I give them and almost immediately I get a slap in the face because, to put it simply, I was wrong. I was naïve. However at this point, I am also done.

I’m tired of logging onto social media and seeing my “I have to babysit” out with her boyfriend, my “I have to work all day” out on a lunch date, my “I’m not feeling well” out partying and drinking more than I thought was even possible for a girl her size. I’m at a point where I would take brutal honesty over a blatant lie.

To make someone feel as if they aren’t good enough to even stand in your shadow is something that should ruin the reflection you see staring back at you in the mirror. If you were to choose one thing that I’ve done to hurt you enough to cause this sudden rift between us, you most likely wouldn’t even have options to choose from. That’s probably because all I ever do, for you and for everyone else that seems to have lost interest in my company, is give. I give, you take and in the end I’m left with less than I’ve started with and you could care less about what you have trailing behind you—me.

It’s time I start worrying more about myself and less about the people you’ve become. A person not interested in being in my life is a person not worth the tears. I hate that it’s taken me this long to come to that conclusion, but at least I finally understand that I’m worth more than what I’ve been dealing with. I just hope that one day when you look back on our friendship, you see how greatly you’ve messed up. Your loss.