What you allow is what will continue.
The best friend I had is no longer a best friend, but a habit. I’m holding on to loose ends and it’s suffocating me. I can feel an itch everytime I see him, everytime I see him happy, everytime I see him happy with her. I’m longing for a love I know I can’t get, begging for support from someone who can’t give it. My thoughts try to convince me that he just doesn’t care about me, because his actions aren’t the same as mine, but deep down I know it’s wrong of me to assume so. It’s not that he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t care as much as I’m expecting him too. I put my happiness in his hands and that’s the biggest mistake i ever made.
Happened with me too. Realised later that he was anyway no good for me and I wasted so much time and energy on someone, unnecessarily.
