Okay this is why I have weird issues:
So last weekend, my best friend was like, “so im having a party on friday next week and its o ly gonna be our grade blah blah blah and we can hang before and have girl time” and whatever. So hey, guess what? It’s friday. And im all excited because i never do shit on the weekends. Going in and out of depression does that. And she never says anything to me except “hey i hugged so and so today and i thought of you.” Okay fuck that. Like i know youre having this party that you told me about but you didnt actually invite me to. Just because Im used to it, just because this happens more often than not, doesnt mean it doesnt hurt.
Venting over.