Falling In With The Wrong Crowd
I used to have a best friend whom I did everything with. He was always kind, but he was very weak minded and dependent. I did all I could for him, but he got in with some bad people, and they persuaded him into thinking that he didn’t need anyone else except that certain group.
He believed them, and he had psychically assaulted me when I told him it was all a lie, which at the time brought an ungodly amount of hate to my mind when I thought about him.
We’re enemies, but I’m no longer upset or angry with him. I feel bad, if anything. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing now, but I can’t imagine it’s anything good. Story credit: Reddit / mothwingisaghost