It’s really weird that every time I come back on the train from seeing my friend it stops in the town where the psychiatric hospital is that I was at and you can even see parts of it from the train window. it makes me nervous and I absolutely hate going past it because it brings back so many memories.
i need friends. like real friends who will actually be there for me when i need them and not just when they need something from me. ones who aren’t selfish and care about me just as much as i care about them. but who am i kidding? those type of “friends” don’t exist.