i hate hate HATE that i require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but there's always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie
adult friendships have taught me that sometimes the person you regard as a “close friend” isn’t really your friend. and that’s okay, take your L and move on.
I think there's something healthy about learning to tell people when their actions have bothered you instead of repeatedly swallowing your feelings until resentment builds up.