Ive tried to keep the group intact but everyone seems too self focused. When some were too drunk to even walk, I look for a taxi at 3 in the morning and drag their asses home. When some start to doubt themselves, doubt everything, then turn to cutting; I give them the same care ive ever given into talking it out for years. When they have no money or food, I give til im broke.
but they always seem to forget all that. I love them very much and admittedly, some of them have tougher lives than me but lately ive been feeling very used. They dont go the lengths i do when i need them most, or at all. I dont even have them to talk to, im relying on strangers from a therapy site.
I feel like everyone ive ever met either cares too much about themselves, or not enough about anything/everything. and im worried that’ll be everyone ill ever meet from this point on. Nothing ever feels worth it anymore. Im starting to think like some misanthropic emo preteen. what do i do now?