I am the so-called therapist friend. I am always there when people need me. I smile, and I comfort when my friends need it. I thought I had it all. I wish being the so-called therapist came with instructions on what to do when my life feels like shit. I made my own rulebook, but it only ever applied to others. When I started seventh grade i decided to try and make a rulebook for myself, little did I know it would be the worst mistake of my life. You see, when I made that rulebook, I created a best friend at the time. I vented to her, and she helped me. We started hanging out more and more, and eventually the lines blurred between friendship and dictatorship. I knew she was bad for me, but she told me I was wrong. She told me she was the only one who truly cared, so I listened. I hope she'll leave one day, but for now I'm stuck with her. my best friend. my enemy. My mentor. my undoing. Ana.
