2026 was a bittersweet year for me. I met a lot of people, made a lot of friends but after a while, most of them left. They will tell me the sweetest thing ever then give me a cold shoulder the next day. As a person of loyalty, my heart can't handle that. To make it worse, I hate lies. I feel like a clown every single time the realization hits me. I realized that nothing was true, that I was stupid, that I was naive. I just want to have a close friend. I just want to be loved. But I'm always afraid of being abandoned. I'm always scared that I'm being clingy and annoying. It was overwhelming and suffocating. I was drowning in my own thoughts and so... I left. I deleted everything and decided to leave. I hate being the only thinking about the past. I want someone to think of me once in a while too. I wonder if any of those I called friends actually remember me and regret their actions. I remember. I regret. But do they? Am I the only who cares? Am I caring too much? I'm sorry... so sorry