Hmmm lies

I once had a friend who gave me incredible emotional support when I came out to them as trans. They even gave me an idea for my IRL name, which I used. And then we went to different high schools. Over the summer, and during the next school year, they would return my texts less and less, sometimes days after I texted. I don't know why. They would give excuses, but it seemed impossible that they missed them all, and for so long. Eventually, it got so frustrating that I stopped texting them. Haven't in months.

I can't be mad at them. I'm frustrated as hell, but I can't be mad. They were the reason I stayed sane while I was closeted to everyone else. And my name is a testament to that.

I don't know if there's something to learn from this. Maybe life is just annoying sometimes.