You were best friends. At least you thought you were. She would laugh at your jokes, cry with you. You trusted her. You told her everything. Then you trusted her with your biggest problem ever, expecting her to help you. Did she? No. The big fight happened. She used your own words against you, making you feel small, helpless, and powerless. You were mad, sad. Crushed. Broken. You had been hanging over the edge, then you fell. She took your problem and made it even bigger by using your own words to hurt you. She slid a knife through your heart. Then she took advantage of your people-pleaser side and guilt-tripped you into being her bestie again—biggest mistake. You kept having huge fights, but each time she would make you feel guilty like you were crushing her even when it was the other way around. You should’ve just left her, gone a different direction. But you couldn’t. Something invisible was holding you back. You had to be the bigger person when you should’ve left. The friendship was toxic. Fake. But you couldn’t see that. Then you looked through a different lens and saw… she was just using you. She was a faker, a liar. Talking trash about you right behind your back. Your other best friend was the one to tell you. You felt like you could just… let it all go. She played innocent. She was the devil dressed like an angel. You tried to escape her. You couldn’t. The people-pleaser side still couldn’t say no. You were slowly breaking. But every time you wanted to cry and just let it all out, something stopped you. You just couldn’t. It was all building up. Bad moods. No sleep. Trust issues. Who could you trust at this point? Why did you tell her everything? People are difficult—no telling who’s an amazing person and who’s going to kill you in the end. You were backstabbed.
