Isolation.

yn was laying in her bed, scrolling on old conversation that her and her friend had. She remembered her and her friend would have late night talks that doesn't sound so fake. No judgement, no talking bad about her, nothing. That one conversation made her felt so alive and happy but now? she felt so.. numb. She couldn't feel the happiness anymore when rereading the old conversations. None of these are real. She placed her phone beside her and turned to look at the ceiling before sighing. Is she really that bad of a friend? Was she overthinking? She stared at the ceiling as the word 'childish, bad friend, useless' and 'I never even cared about her anyways.' was running around her minds. She hated this feeling. The feeling of being judged and hated by her friends. She tried to satisfy their needs, or even lending them a hand but that seems like it wasn't even enough for them. She didn't knew what did she have to change about herself. Was it her personality? Was she too bubbly and caring to the point they felt suffocated? no right? She just wanted to show her friends that she deeply cared about them but.. I don't even think her friend thinks that yn cared about them. They probably thought it was too suffocating around her care. Yn had sat up on her bed and shook her head. No, No. No! She was just gaslighting herself into believing her friend hated her. Her friends doesn't hate her right..? right?.. she felt so heart broken now. Then she wiped the tears that she didn't even knew. All of those overthinking made her cry without realizing it. She looked around before spotting a small box that she had hit in her bedroom. She slowly took it out before taking out a razor. She had smiled weakly at it before..