One of the reasons I enjoy Tumblr so much is because literally none of my friends have one.
That being said…
I’m having this anxiety attack right now, as I type this, over something completely stupid. It’s so frustrating to know that I ended a lot of friendships because of how toxic they where yet there is a piece of those people that still clings on to me.
And the anxiety comes from seeing their faces, being unwillingly exposed to their current lives, seeing how well they’ve gotten along without me. It used to make me think… I would cry about losing friends, I wondered if they went through the same thing. And though these thoughts, in retrospect, are childish and I’m as far removed from the old me as possible…. There is still this random heartache.
I have an amazing and supportive group of friends now. But old faces bring up something worse than bad memories… They bring up all the good memories. And that’s what hurts.