I would say that I lose friends at the drop of a dime, but at least with a dime you know why and when it fell. If you don't feel it slipping you'll hear it hit the ground and be able to go back and pick it up if you do choose.

You'll probably know how you drop it or at the least be able to theorize how. Maybe you were tossing it around or maybe you just had too many other things in your hand. Or maybe it fell out of your pocket while you were pulling something else out or any other number of reasons.

My point is,
You know why that dime was dropped. You know how it was dropped. But with the dime doesn't.

I am the dime. Dropped and picked up again by friend after friend. Sometimes I'm used to get to something better or sometimes I'm just left in their wake. My definition of best friends has been changed drastically. I used to have up to five and now I've been dwindle down to two. Only one has remained a constant through my life and for that I'm greatful. As for the other, well she's a dime too. Dropped by her best friend in exchange for a boyfriend who would end up leaving her. And now we've both been dropped again and we don't know why.

Maybe it's cause he's got a job and doesn't need to hold onto two dimes anymore. Maybe it's cause he's found better, shinier friends that are better to him. And the sad part is that I've been friends with him longer than my fellow dime of a best friend. And yet we were both left. But I've been picked up by a few who have previously ignored the little dime on the ground.

But I've come to expect to be dropped. I can only theorize as to why this happens. Maybe they're just done playing around with my emotions. Maybe they've traded me for something or someone better. Maybe they just forgot about me and let me fall out of the hole in their pocket.

But what do I know? I'm just the ¢10 on the ground that's getting walked on and looked over by all of those around me.

Thank you for listening to my inner feelings that I never talk about because I'm that person that appears to be perfectly fine and happy but in reality I'm screaming and crying on the inside  wondering what's wrong with me and why I can't keep more than two friends to save my life! 😀

But don't worry I'm not depressed just very sad but I really shouldn't be because I have a good existence especially compared to those who have actually depression and abusive parents or siblings or significant others or anyone. Which if that's the case please call either child protective services, tell your parents, or call the police, or tell a teacher or just anyone that can help you. And if possible just leave. That person doesn't deserve you and I doubt any of the one maybe two people reading this has those issues but still.

Also, please don't just leave your friends without telling them or giving them same sort of clue or reason. Cause it kinda just leaves them wondering what they did wrong. Even if it is awkward to do so it's better if they know. I don't hate any of the friends that left me I just question why they did it. I'm gonna stop before I actually start crying now so bye.