They were three i think, but one of them is really like toxic and manipulative af i didn't regretted cutting ties with 'him'. It's for the better. But somehow i missed him, missing the memories we've done together, he became my family, my human diary, i tell i him anything i
I left the people who cherished me, loved me, helped me, making me feel better and valid, sharing my problems with, opening up with, gives me advices, assures me when im feeling down, anything. And my guilt is eating me up.