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I ghosted my 'best' friend and I don't feel bad about it at all. In fact, I'm happier than I've been in a long time.
She never really did anything bad per se, I just didn't realize how much of a soul sucker she was until I decided I was done with her.
Life's too short to keep people around just because they've been there so long. Bye, Felicia.
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I endlessly lie online. Sometimes I tell the truth. Mostly I lie for fun. But it occurred to me. Some people on the net really believe crazy stuff. So I feel very bad about some I’ve left. I pray I never harmed anyone trying to be funny. Seemed harmless. Then I thought maybe it would help people realize they were believing craziness. But then it occurred to me. Nearly everyone believes in God. Christian; Muslim; Jew, Mormon. So most humans believe in an all powerful being who created everything. But no one has ever seen Him. We all take it on faith. But I have heard the Holy Spirit inside me. So God must be real. But it makes it harder to dismiss them when I consider we are seem to be biologically programmed to believe in things no one around us can prove they’ve ever seen.
My friends and I love to crash house parties and there are A LOT where we live. We usually get quite hammered and dick around - it is always great fun. I also usually ends with one of most of us puking and throwing up. When I do, I like to do it on the carpet(s). When I am done, I turn them around, so it will not be noticed at first.
It is hilarious to watch when the host(s) notices and I when they have to clean it up afterwards.
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I sent a rude sarcastic card to a ghosting, spineless friend with confrontation issues. The woman has always been weak but the ghosting was just too much for a usually normal albeit fragile sweet girl. I kinda feel bad but also figure she can’t look at a screen or pick up the phone, what’s a simple card? Still, now I feel as childish as her. Beyond pathetic.
i’m a horrible person i keep ghosting dear people in my life for no reason, first i talk with them and cheer them up and give them so much hope and then i leave..i vanish. i know hell is waiting for me.
My best friend told me that he’s dying and I haven’t talked to him over 10 days. I just ghosted him. I don’t know why, I just freaked. I was already mad at him because he called me out on some of my bs and instead of not defending myself as usual I vanish and hide as if it never happened. I’ve done this for decades when it becomes tough and not easy.
He’s a very blunt, honest guy, but I don’t know if I’m just too afraid to confront the fact he’s dying or I’m still mad that he called me out on my avoidance and confrontation issues. He said he’s been trying to find a way to tell me for a while because I’m so fragile and emotional and look what I do, I ghost him.
My husband doesn’t like him because he figured him out in 5 seconds and I sense jealousy. He knows we have this connection that we never have had and my friend knew my husband was a terrible braggart because he had low self esteem. He knew in seconds. He was right though.
We rarely saw each other much in many years because of my avoidance issues but my husband is obviously a factor. We never slept together, but we both wanted to. I love him, so why did I do this to him when he needs me the most?
Do I secretly hate him because he’s sick and dying like all my relatives back home I never get to see either? I don’t know what to do now that it’s been so long and he flipped out saying how cold I was being and his friend accused me of being a child that needs to grow up.
We’re in our mid 40s as it is but I can’t figure out exactly why I did this at all and am still doing it. I pretend I’m ok, but I keep thinking of him, then have sex with my husband and think of him. No matter what I do I think of him and want to cry but also smack myself in the face and seek him out and apologize.
I don’t know why I did this but I can’t seem to stop. Am I weak and a horrible friend? Am I what he said I was, or am I just a b**ch and in denial? I just don’t know, yet I keep avoiding the best friend I ever had who never treated me bad like everyone else did. Do I just deserve to be miserable or am I just a horrible, weak person? I honestly don’t know anymore and I hate myself and often cry for hours. I just can’t stop.
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