Cut.

Sarah Benchley
Aug 23, 2017 · 2 min read

I am the negative, toxic person that people cut out of their lives. If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know me yet. My depression and anxiety turn people away. No one wants to be friends with a Debbie Downer or a Negative Nancy. I’ve been told to get a therapist and quit bugging my friends with my bullshit.

So when my friends talk about how cutting people out of their lives is healthy for them, I know that when my mental health is not so good that I cannot trust them to give a shit. Being around me is unhealthy for them, and I’m either about to be iced out altogether or arms-lengthed.

Friendship is conditional. It always is. No one will be your friend forever. They will be your friend until it’s no longer convneient for them, then grab the proverbial scissors and cut you loose. They’ll call you toxic and talk about what a burden you are behind your back. You might hear about it but there’s nothing you can do about it. They’re not your friends anymore.

I don’t know which is worse: when they leave you or when they decide they miss you and want to be friends again. That’s happens to me more often than I care to mention.

If you’re going to cut people out of your life, please make sure it’s permanent. If you decide later than you want to be friends again, please go fuck yourself.

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Sarah Benchley

Freelance writer, current events junkie, gymnerd, cat lady, righter of wrongs and queen beyond compare.

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