I honestly don’t understand why I have the worst luck when it comes to friends.

Let’s travel back in time with me about 5-6 years ago when I was in 7th grade. Long story short, I had a ‘best friend’ (ugh I hate using that word for myself; I prefer closest friend), but I lost her to another friend. She was my closest friend since 6th grade, but in 7th grade, we all started to hang out with this new girl. We were all friends with each other, but one day out of nowhere, that new friend started to ignore me. Time goes by and so did my closest friend. Those two became bffs, and I was out of the picture. I got over that in a short period of time, and when they knew I wasn't mad anymore, they tried to be friends with me again as if nothing happened. Yeah… I was too afraid to hate them since I didn’t really know how, but yeah whatever, that was the day I lost my first closest friend. And I guess that’s one of the reasons why I hate using the term ‘best friend’ because I don’t think it’s true. Best doesn’t last that long.

Eventually, that ex-close friend of mine moved away to Sacramento and one of my 6th grade friend-ish began attending my middle school in 8th grade again. We only meet briefly before she moved to a different school, but she came back. I approached her and soon we became the closest friends. We have been friends for 4, almost 5 years. But yeah, senior year changed everything. We had lots of ups and downs, like terrible ones. I was a , she was a , we were both es, but still we were close friends. Who was this you ask? It was A. However, ¾ towards our senior year, things began to change. As you already know from my past posts, senior year hasn’t been that great with all of my closest friends having boyfriends etc. But that’s old news.

So, one random day, A and I were talking and she randomly asked me what I thought about these two girls who I was friends with. One, because they are friends and two, because one of the girls parties and does stuff while the other one is humble. She asked who’s side I was on and I answered saying the humble one while she told me she was with the party one. And I was like okay great, moving on. I don’t know why she even asked in the first place, but she went on explaining how it was our senior year and that it was our time to get out and do all these stuff like go to parties, raves, etc. But I countered back saying that just because it’s senior year doesn’t mean we have to do all those stuff. Later she explained that the humble one was restricting the party one. Blah blah. I actually got close to the humble one that year because we had a class together. I told her what happened and she said that wasn’t true because the party one never talked to her about raves, etc. I knew it was true because I actually hang out with those two after my two closest friends had boyfriends. So I think a day or two later, we had collaboration schedule and usually when I walk to my 4th period, I would bump into A, which I did. I said hi to her enthusiastically, but she looked at me with a serious face and walked away. I was kind of confused, but I just left it behind me. It was lunch and I would usually walk to A and we would go to our area together. That day, she didn’t wait for me. I just thought maybe she needed to do something with her boyfriend, so I  just hung out with my new group of friends. The next day, the same thing happened. I walked to A’s class but she wasn’t there. I was confused, thinking she was sick or something and I went to my new group again. I turned my head and I saw A sitting with her boyfriend and his friends. The same things happened for the next few days. I was confused, of course, so I texted K since I didn’t hang out with her anymore and she said she didn’t know why either; however, she did say that A was acting strange the day she asked me about my two other friends. A and K were at our club meeting first since their class were closer. K was venting to A about her boyfriend and when I came in, K stopped venting so she could talk to me, but K told me that A kept asking her questions about it, as if she didn’t want her to talk to me. I thought it was strange, bu