So I had a friend who I loved very much, loved like a sister. We never let go of each other despite both beleiving in some horrible paranormal stuff, and never let go of each other when ANYTHING bad came between us.
In December she dated this guy I really like, she knew I liked him and promised never to go out with him. She told me on the day they broke up. (A week had passed since they started.)
Anywho, she never got over him and she tried to kill herself because he liked me more. Me and the guy found her suicide note and travelled a mile to findher on her way to a very bad place from me and her memories with her OTHER ex-boyfriend who had used and abused her.
We, well, actually, the boy she liked, convinced her not to die. I only heard the hatred in her voice when she spoke to me. All I could do was cry. Her mom found her and took her to a mental hospital for a week.
She blames the whole thing on me. I never had many other friends and I was actually very averse to the boy liking me when I knew how much he meant to her.
The boy who saved her life is currently my boyfriend of almost 2 months. He won’t talk to my friend anymore. She’s going out with her ex who wanted to kill himself with her. Another boy she liked is now in the hospiatal after drinking his sorrows away.
…Am I a bad person? The boy, I’m not naming anybody’s names, says that he’s never been happier than he has been with me. He’s saved my life on several occasions, even before we were dating…
But I feel so f****** horrible. I feel like I ruined my friend’s life. I feel like everything I tried to stop from happening just crashed right down on my head…
