There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.
Somtimes you learn that not all friends are willing to reciprocate the effort you put in a friendship. As disappointing as it may be, you either learn to be okay with it, or you invest in other friendships. Simple as that. Stay and adjust, or leave and grow elsewhere.