While doing my homework, this thought crept into my mind and I’m just reflecting - like wow. People that I considered my best friend(s) or ones that I trust with every single detail about my life, no longer exist to me. I don’t talk to them. They probably hate me, maybe or I don’t know. The first time the lack of communication started, it hurts and it bothers me so much. Now, I’ve adapted to it? Maybe that’s not the word. Maybe I’m just hiding the fact that I miss them and wish they’re in my life again. Whatever the case may be, it’s just really weird to see them on Facebook and know that I’m not important to them like I used to be. & it comes down to “I wonder if they miss me,” “do they think about me?” It’s like, everyone is ohkay again and I never mattered. But of course, I’m the one that’s wondering if they still care about me as their best friend. This whole concept applies to so many people. I don’t know how I managed to do this, but within the past two years, I’ve lost friends that have been there for me through a lot of my pain and smiles, listened to all of my stories, know me inside out and understand me like no other. Haha, goodfuckingjob Lisa. Yeah, I know. It’s weird and each and every day, it gets harder to fix the friendship because we’ve grown so far apart and my friend(s) probably don’t need me in their life, as much as I need them in mine.