Some background information first-
So flash back to middleschool: I had a friend from the 6th to the 8th grade, who we shall call 'Izz'. Around that time I didn't really have many friends at all, so she was one of my closest friends. She didn't have many friends either. I was her best friend.
I always wished I could take a knife and cut her right down the middle and separate her good side from the bad side. While she was very entertaining to be around, and probably my best friend at the time, she is quite histronic and always CRAVING attention, is a compulsive liar, not very intelligent and therefore lacks understanding, and occasionally can be hurtful. We had stopped being friends halfway through the 8th grade year when she told me some hurtful things over the phone. (Note: these weren't the first hurtful things she had said, but I had just become so sick of her and her toxic/parasitic nature that I decided to cut her off from my life).
Back to this year: Somehow, I found a youtube channel Izz had created (which no one else knows about). One of the videos is called 'my story'. It's basically her talking about her life. She had been bullied a lot (I had known this), and throughout this entire year she had been basically friendless (I had not known this). There was a lot of pent up sadness released in that video. ******However******, her problems stem from the fact that she was basically an asshole to everyone, and received hate for it.
Now, once again, Izz never gave out her channel or this video. So everything she has said in it is true (As she doesn't care about the attention she recieves). There is A LOT of self reflection, which I never thought was possible. She reflected on all the bad things she did, and how she shouldn't have done them, etc. Eventually she talked about me, and how she had missed me, etc.
So, due to all of this, I feel really bad. No one should have to feel that lonely, or that sad.
I sent her a friend request on facebook, which after a couple days she accepted, and then a couple minutes later declined.
So I assumed that she didn't want to talk to me or know me anymore, and that it was all over.
Months pass. I'm sitting in a cafe with a different friend(let's call her Nat) when she suddenly looks up from her phone and says, "Do you know Izz (last name)?"
Apparently, the two had met in a psychiatric ward. (Nat has severe depression and was being treated for it. Izz had been in the ward because she had told her story to the school counselor.)
(Nat asked because apparently Izz had asked about me once. My friend dislikes Izz)
So, apparently Izz is trasfering schools (to Nat's. Go figure.) And I'm probably not going to see her again, either at all or maybe once or twice.
I feel so bad for her. I want to help her iron out her folds, but I had been trying to do that for 3 years and all I got was hurt.
Obviously, the majority of you will say that it's better to ignore Izz from now on, as she is no longer a part of my life and rightfully so. However I still feel sadness knowing that she still exists somewhere- with her loneliness, sadness, and histrionic nature.
Do you think there is anything I can do? Or should I give it up?
So flash back to middleschool: I had a friend from the 6th to the 8th grade, who we shall call 'Izz'. Around that time I didn't really have many friends at all, so she was one of my closest friends. She didn't have many friends either. I was her best friend.
I always wished I could take a knife and cut her right down the middle and separate her good side from the bad side. While she was very entertaining to be around, and probably my best friend at the time, she is quite histronic and always CRAVING attention, is a compulsive liar, not very intelligent and therefore lacks understanding, and occasionally can be hurtful. We had stopped being friends halfway through the 8th grade year when she told me some hurtful things over the phone. (Note: these weren't the first hurtful things she had said, but I had just become so sick of her and her toxic/parasitic nature that I decided to cut her off from my life).
Back to this year: Somehow, I found a youtube channel Izz had created (which no one else knows about). One of the videos is called 'my story'. It's basically her talking about her life. She had been bullied a lot (I had known this), and throughout this entire year she had been basically friendless (I had not known this). There was a lot of pent up sadness released in that video. ******However******, her problems stem from the fact that she was basically an asshole to everyone, and received hate for it.
Now, once again, Izz never gave out her channel or this video. So everything she has said in it is true (As she doesn't care about the attention she recieves). There is A LOT of self reflection, which I never thought was possible. She reflected on all the bad things she did, and how she shouldn't have done them, etc. Eventually she talked about me, and how she had missed me, etc.
So, due to all of this, I feel really bad. No one should have to feel that lonely, or that sad.
I sent her a friend request on facebook, which after a couple days she accepted, and then a couple minutes later declined.
So I assumed that she didn't want to talk to me or know me anymore, and that it was all over.
Months pass. I'm sitting in a cafe with a different friend(let's call her Nat) when she suddenly looks up from her phone and says, "Do you know Izz (last name)?"
Apparently, the two had met in a psychiatric ward. (Nat has severe depression and was being treated for it. Izz had been in the ward because she had told her story to the school counselor.)
(Nat asked because apparently Izz had asked about me once. My friend dislikes Izz)
So, apparently Izz is trasfering schools (to Nat's. Go figure.) And I'm probably not going to see her again, either at all or maybe once or twice.
I feel so bad for her. I want to help her iron out her folds, but I had been trying to do that for 3 years and all I got was hurt.
Obviously, the majority of you will say that it's better to ignore Izz from now on, as she is no longer a part of my life and rightfully so. However I still feel sadness knowing that she still exists somewhere- with her loneliness, sadness, and histrionic nature.
Do you think there is anything I can do? Or should I give it up?