Here’s some art journal stuff that I put together in light of someone who called themselves my “best friend” acting as if I was irrational over being upset about being hurt and asking for help. All images are royalty free, and all words are mine – except for the album art (Broken Bells) & Marina’s album The Family Jewels + the lyrics from certain songs, which are in the yellow font.
I’m just, honestly, tired of people who call themselves my friends but don’t respect me, don’t respect my boundaries, whatever.
She sort of implied I was heartless or something for cutting a friend out of my life after being friends for three years, but truth is simple – I’ve been through abusive & toxic relationships before. I need to look out for myself. Three years of best friendship barely compare to the 8-ish years of codependency featuring me and the girl I was in love with, who (likely unintentionally, but she did this all the same) was perpetually putting me down, invalidating my struggles, questioning my worth, etc etc. None of that compares to having faced abuse at the hands of your biological parent. So. I’m not really sentimental when I’m being disrespected.
It says a lot about my self-worth and growth, I guess, that I’m in a stage of life now where I just. don’t have time for people who don’t value me. I’d much rather have no friends than have tons of fake friends.
This was surprisingly fun to do, and i might just….. do more of the same in the future.
blackbirds in my lungs. 