It's been a long couple of weeks.
I've lost everything.
I've gained perspective.
I'm finding that maybe I had things/people I didn't know I had.
But I miss my best friend so much. And I wonder if I'll ever mean the same to him again. If he'll ever be able to trust me again.
He told me once I would come to the point where I had two choices: to give up or move forward. He told me he was afraid I'd give up on everything. On life, on him, on my friends.
I almost did. But I couldn't.
Now it's become one foot in front of the other. One of my other friends told me he was angry because of how I treated myself. I still can't shake the feeling that he's angry and distanced from me.
But I've made a choice now. I'm moving forward. And I'm not worthless.
