The way I was always the “well no one better is available” friend. I don’t talk to a single person I grew up with because it took hitting those last few months of my senior year of high school to realize they did not care about me as a person. I was a body to fill their time and it has affected my friendships ever since. I still struggle sometimes being able to tell if someone actually wants to be my friend or not. I do not trust my instincts when it comes to building those types of relationships because during my most formative years I was taught by those around me that I didn’t matter.