Affection.

A couple of months ago, one of my really close friends told me that s/he didn't want to have to deal with my shit anymore and that I was overly dramatic and that s/he was tired of me. S/he also said that I made her/his life unbearable. So we stopped talking. Cold turkey.

And now, I realize, that has affected me more than I thought it ever would. S/he really made me stop being able to talk to my other friends who are worried about me. I want to cry again but I feel like I'll be a bother and that they'll just leave me again. I know they won't, but I just can't anymore.
I feel like a burden still.

What the hell? God damn, I really hate dead birds.