why must you confuse me so?

A girl who I thought was my friend just called me to rant about me being mad at her for lying and she said that I never had proof that she was lying. I'm not an idiot. Scratch that. XD I'm not as much of an idiot as to keep trusting someone when they say amazing, highly improbable things about themselves and what they're going to do, not like they want to be the best musician ever, but when they say they're traveling across the world with my friends. Especially when they have nothing at all to prove it. Like when things just start getting flat-out ridiculous. I told her that I just don't really care anymore. She said something like "You do care. You know what? You're not right. You're never right." I laughed loudly and said goodbye.

How I described that might have sounded like I was the mean one and didn't let her talk or give her a second chance. I did listen. I've given her a third chance, fourth chance, one thousandth chance, even. But does she ever show any regret for past actions? Ever say "I'm really sorry about how I've lied to you so many times. I know it hurt your feelings and I hope we can still be friends."? Nope. Not once. I've known this girl since kindergarten. I'm not the one that instigated problems in this friendship. True friends don't lie to make the other person feel bad. True friends don't pretend to be other people and say things to you and try to hurt your feelings, and say that your best friends, whom you have absolute faith and trust in, said bad things about you.

Let's walk away and forget, then. Because I truly don't care at all. So much in my life has killed my emotions and feelings to the point where I'm emotionless or really apathetic half the time.

Anyways, I hope to go to a therapist soon. My mom and I think I have depression. I have a lot of other things wrong with me, probably. No, and I'm not being a hypochondriac. That's my granny's job.

I aspire to have a happier post next time.

♥ Izzy.

[Edit: she called me a few minutes ago and said she was sorry and now we're ok.

And to end on a lighter note, on Saturday, while we were in Disney World, someone was skywriting about Jesus, and Zach thought it said something about PMS. I don't know why I thought of that.]