Venting: my journal

Vent III

I begin to not know who are really my friends. I can’t even tell if I really have a best friend, it’s like the only best friend I had, is dead. I feel like I can’t even go to my family for anything anymore. I can’t no longer trust someone who hurt me three times, seeming to care more about their girlfriend. And she seems to be the same way about him. But when my exes had fucked up, I left them because they treated them wrong. Even though, most of them sucked. But still, I’m not gonna trust him as my older brother when he is being like someone who only cared for their daughter. He shouldn’t say I can trust him when he did nothing to earn it. I give two chances. Three times? Do I really gotta deal with that? And I don’t think I have a best friend, because I hate to feel like a shadow. I can’t take anymore of this. I can’t heal when I got people like this in my life. Why should I even live? I actually think this world was better without me in it.