As of now, I’ve officially cut off Emily. I blocked her on Instagram because, let’s be real—we’re adults. If she actually needed me, she could text me. But the truth is, I’m done.
I called her out on her lies, laid down the proof, and instead of owning up to it, all she did was call me names. Told me I was a terrible sister. And honestly, I think I’ve finally stopped caring what she thinks of me.
Then there’s Sarah. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she treats me like an old friend she hasn’t seen in years—the kind of distant small talk, the hollow “we should hang out soon” that everyone says but no one actually means. Maybe that’s her way of keeping things civil, or maybe it’s just her way of letting me know she’s not interested. Either way, I’m done waiting for anything real from her.
But then there’s Izzy. And thank God for Izzy.
She’s been amazing through all of this. We’ve been having the best time just not caring about any of it—not letting their weird energy dictate how we feel. I hate that she’s in the middle, especially when she never did anything to them. Sometimes, it feels like it’s my fault she got caught in this mess. But when we’re together—laughing, making memories—it all fades. She makes me forget how they treat me, and that’s the best kind of escape.
So yeah. Some people got cut off. Some people drifted even further into the background. And one person showed up exactly the way I needed them to.
At the end of the day, I’m choosing peace. And choosing me.
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