I recently ended a friendship with the most hateful and mean person I've ever known. She was manipulative, cruel, and I don't even know why I started being friends with her. We would argue almost every day and I'm so happy she's finally out of my life, but in a twisted way...
I miss every second of it.
I want to deny it, but part of me desires that toxic friendship the way an addict wants their drug of choice. I know it's going to kill me emotional and mentally just by trying to handle her, but I would do it anyways. Because I just want to be around her. The one in a billion moments where she's even slightly kind seem to make everything else perfectly okay in my head. And I don't like it.
Just a reminder guys that I am still accepting confessions, and I post all that IÂ receive.