A strong woman will automatically stop trying if she feels unwanted. She won’t fix it or beg, she will just walk away.

I guess feeling friends fade away from your life hurts. It hurts because you don’t connect with people often but with them it just clicked. It hurts because you could feel the distance growing. They stopped texting you as often. You felt you were annoying them. You watched them post on social media with their new friends, and felt a pocket of envy in your stomach. It is so much harder to let go of someone when you are a quiet person like myself, when you know that friendships do not come often or easily. They do not sprout like flowers. They are rare occurrences, like twins, the Grand Canyon, or dogs with two different coloured eyes. So I am sorry, my friend, that my friendship did not satisfy you, and I’m sorry my friendship to you wasn’t as rare an occurrence as yours was to me. I’m sorry you got bored of me, I’m sorry we grew apart.

I just wanted my best friend back. The one that saw through my mask and tried to fix things, not make the pain worse. But I guess people do change and sometimes it’s best to accept that and walk away before the damage gets worse.

I swear to God, I’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I’m crying and not do anything at all.

I say I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I do, but I’m afraid of your reaction. I’m afraid you’ll never see me as an equal again. I’m afraid of the pity in your eyes when you realise how screwed up I am.

My depression has ruined so many more things than just my mind. All of my relationships and friendships broke apart only when my sadness spoke to them.