This hit's close to home. Kinda personal, but I lost my childhood friends, they all left and I spent so long thinking it was because of me. I thought maybe I could've checked in more or been there more. But I never stopped to think if maybe I was obsessed. And truthfully I was. And I also never thought about if they cared as much as I did. I should've known after I spent months in isolation after losing my brother and not one of them checked in. Now I have better friends, who I'm much more closer with and I'm happy, I'm finally truly happy.