I felt my world slowly crumbling down as the events of last night came flashing back on my mind but one thing was clear to me: I was betrayed.
That night, I reached the lowest point of my life as I read the words came out from my own bestfriend. I didn’t expect her to say those words, I didn’t expect her to betray me that easily over some accusations that I didn’t even do. I tried to prove to her my innocence, that I had nothing to do with whatever is happening between them. But it seems like all her trust towards me immediately vanished without even straightening out some facts.
By the way she defended her, I knew she had chosen her over me. I knew she had put our friendship on the line, she had chosen our seven years of friendship over someone who barely even makes time for us whenever we go out. I know she made it clear that our friendship is nothing over some teenage drama that she shouldn’t be involved to. With just that, she threw our seven years of friendship away.
I knew she didn’t believe me when I told her I kept my mouth shut about everything that had happened on that day. Shit. I wasn’t even the type to spread rumors. I’m not that low. Doesn’t she even know that. If she was really my friend, she should have believed me. She shouldn’t had doubt about what I had said because everything was a 101% fact.
So, this is what it feels like to be betrayed by your bestfriend? It feels terrible. It feels like shit.
It feels like I just lost a part of myself.
I can’t do anything about it now. She trust her more than me. And I couldn’t admit something that I didn’t even do. Well, if she believes her more than me. Then I’m fine with that.
I could just go in a corner, curl into a ball and cry.
I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.
I need a friend. I’m at my lowest point right now.