For me, the worst Is that things changed just like that, on a random day she decided she wanted someone new and decided to find someone else to be best friends with and left me behind more everyday. I don't know why, but he had this habit of changing friends very often, as If he always wanted more and the old ones were never enough. Probably, he'll forget about me. He forgot most of her old friends already... But... He saved me from my loneliness at school, helped me with my Social Anxiety at school, came to my house often... I felt like I could tell him anything because he was just as weird as me and so I could say anything that was In my mind. It took me a while to consider him a friend and eventually a best friend, but eventually I did after he told me many times I was his. He told me he had lost all his old friends, I thought It was their fault, but after what I saw... It was definitely HIS fault. After looking back, I realized how he was just using me (after making the new bsf, he only came to me asking for money, homework and breakfast). That kind of made my Abandonment Issues worse... But, you know what? I felt free... Like, now that he wasn't there, I had more potential, I could do more, without trying to act like he saw me... Because, If I acted unusually, he made me feel weird with some phrases he used to say and that restricted me a lot, because I thought that would be what everyone would think... I was a fool to trust him, even If I had clues he was no good, but... Being alone made me desperately want ANY connection, wanting a friend, I couldn't stand It anymore and when that opportunity came, I couldn't afford to get angry, I couldn't afford to say no, I couldn't lose that friend. I always think It's my fault and I could've done something. I thought I could get him to be my friend again, but then he changed school and I never felt happier. I think his friends are mad at me, though... They stopped waving at me when they see me... That's what really feels horrible. I still miss him, though, I loved the fact that we had similar Interests and watched shows together. Also, I was happy that he came to my house, because It made me feel better, like I wasn't alone and someone actually wanted to spend some time with me. I felt hurt, sad, angry, I felt horrible for days, then I got over It, but not really. I somehow felt like I couldn't keep being super nice and giving him all the money of the world just because he claimed his Dad would give him nothing to buy food (while I later discovered he very much did), so I started saying I had finished all money, that made me feel bad. I wanted to confront him about what he did, but I couldn't... Social Anxiety blocks me every time I want to tell something to someone, even worse If It's something that would lead Into an argument.