Getting things off of my chest.
Recently, I made a decision to take almost all of my close friends, and throw them out of my life. It was for the better. These people weren't really my friends. They took me for granted, or so it seemed. They would only be my friend when they needed help through a problem. Once I was the one that helped them cope, I was cast off, to fend for myself. What kind of friend is that? One that I like to call a "not friend." I slowly started to break out, with support of newfound friends outside of the tightly knit circle. They'd encourage me, saying things like, "You'll be better off without them." For a while, I believed I was. But, I've noticed that things have slowly been dissipating, and my faith in people as friends declining faster than I thought possible. I'm sick of feeling like I'm the only one that puts any effort into my friendships. I'm also starting to feel like this feeling is inevitable. All of this leads me to one question. One question left to ask myself:
Was it worth it?
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How's that for an original monologue?
Was it worth it?
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How's that for an original monologue?