i always thought i was a pretty good friend. now when i need support the most, that's when i'm judged and deemed inappropriate and hung out to dry

TIL who my real friends are.

There's the BFF even though i know she disapproves of me, she's still sticking around

and funny enough - one of the truest is the one i've hurt and abused the most. he's still around despite the lies and pain and torture