Okay, I need to say something about this, and it’ll be a long one, because I need to rant about something with all the stuff going on lately.
I have more then one best friend. I couldn’t just have one. If you made me choose, I know whose name I would spit out first. But there are more then just that one. Friends that I would do anything for, who would do anything for me, and have been a major support source for me through all the hard months I’ve been having lately. My best friend in the city, is a guy, a first for me, since I have been incredibly shy around the opposite sex in the past. So it was a little bit hard at first last year, ending up getting as close to someone as I am with my, well, for the purpose of this, we’ll say True Best Friend (TBF, kk?). But we are very close and I like having someone around that I can talk to about anything and everything, and get hugs and cuddles from when I’m sad. TBF knows everything too, but I never get to see them, so
The problem though, is that he’s very depressed. Because of a girl. Now, I have not been told the whole story, but I pieced a lot together on my own, and I have slowly learned more, including a lot last night. And it’s really sad, and it upsets me a lot, because I can’t believe a person behaving like this. How much they can hurt another person and feel no remorse. She broke his heart, tore it up and made him look like the bad guy. Yes, I am biased, but if you’re unhappy in your relationship, you tell your FIANCE, not your stupid friends. Because then of course it looks bad on them. It’s not fair. I really don’t like her, which may not be fair itself since I only know one side, but that seems to be enough, when I’m trying to make sure all the broken pieces stay together and don’t shatter further. It’s not easy to put someone back together (which isn’t my worry, he needs to get better on his own, but help never hurts).
So last night he should me The Royal Tenenbaums. Really good movie, and I’m glad I saw it finally. But we’re talking before sleeping afterwards, and he’s telling me how he’s really angry at that moment and I say to tell me about what. He hates talking about Her because it makes him really angry and upset. He swore at a DVD the other day because it had been a gift from Her. [ :/ ] But we’re talking about it, so maybe some things can be aired out and not holding him down in the depression. He tells me that because She hurt him so much, because she’d been so selfish, so horrid, that he’d wanted to kill himself. That committing suicide would be one way to essentially, get back at Her. This, made me angry. No, I said, that would be stupid. Doing something like that, just to get back at Her, She’s just winning. Even if you say that She’d have to twist into some person that seemed as if they were deeply hurt, when they might not be as hurt as you want, that’s not – there’s not satisfaction in that. No standing around in the After Life, going “Hahaha, Bitch! You see what I did there? Yeah, I killed myself cause you hurt me so much! Now who wins?!”
In my mind, She shouldn’t be the cause of all this. Why ruin your life, trying to “get back” at Her? You don’t deserve to spend this much time wasted on thinking of Her, of being sad over Her. SHE IS NOT WORTH THE TIME, NOR IS SHE WORTH DESTROYING YOURSELF. I started crying. Not sobbing, but just started quietly crying as he was telling me all this, that people don’t understand just how enraged you are, just how depressed you are. Because it didn’t happen to them, and only you know the pain. That that’s why people do committ suicide, because looking all around, there is no escape.
“But people who do it for stupid things like this, they realize, they realize as they do it, that they don’t actually want to kill themselves.” “Well, how come people try more then once?” “Because they are more screwed up, maybe mentally, maybe they’ve just suffered too long. But you can’t do that.”
He noticed I was crying, and asked why, as he always does. “I don’t like you talking like this.” He assured me that he wouldn’t do anything, but I kept crying into his shirt, harder and just trying to breathe and not start getting hysterical. He said he was sorry, and repeated “Stop crying” over and over and over. I’d cry over any of my friends if they started talking like that. And it’s only a fraction of how hard I’d cry if they’d actually done it. I’m crying right now, writing this, because I’ve been thinking about this all day and it’s still upsetting me. Eventually I managed to uncling from his side and sleep, my hand over his so I would know he was still there.
Please World, if I can just make one small request of you: Think about what you do, and the impact it will have on others. I can’t stand the idea that another person would hurt someone this much, to do this much damage, and then just go on about life as if that HUGE era never even happened. You’ve now not only hurt them, but me too. You never affect just one person, there will be an outside person hurting too. Because someone cares about them more then you ever did, and will never leave them.
