My grandmother died the day before Christmas. Her funeral had to wait until January because of the holidays. The week before her funeral when I needed my two best friends the most, they decided I was not worth the time. One is actively ignoring me still, and the other had to move and hasn't even let me know how he's doing or how the move went. He didn't even tell me the day he finally moved.
So why the hell do I fight so hard to be such a good person, to be there for everyone even when it puts me in a bad position, if I don't matter enough for two of my BEST FRIENDS to be there for me the week before my grandmother's funeral??
WHY DO I LET MYSELF LOVE THESE PEOPLE IF I THEY NEVER REALLY LOVE ME?!
Now my closest friends that live near me are stressed beyond words because an insurance company is dicking them around, and I can't help because my mom and I are