Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

It's 11th November and he's helping me confront a boy who cheated on me. It's 8pm and I'm sitting somewhere with him with my head on his lap, crying, staring at the wall. He asks me "What do you feel?". I tell him "Embarrassing. Shocked. Helpless".

He tells me I'm not helpless, that he's there with me to comfort me, to help me move on from the douche I just confronted. I come home and smile because I know I have someone who will always take care of me. I promise myself that I'll never let him go this time.

Dear Diary,

It's December and he still teases me about how he warned me not to trust that douche. He makes fun of me everytime I cry over the boy who hurt me, he laughs at me everytime I tell him I still have something for that stupid boy.

Dear Diary,

It's January and I've confined myself in an invisible cage. I've cut off with people whom I called my "Friends". But I didn't cut him off. We're best friends now. I trust him more than anyone in this world.

Dear Diary,

It's February and I've tried talking to new people, because I've realised I can't restrain myself from socialising because of a douche who didn't realise my worth. But everytime I talk to someone new, my friend calls me a Hoe and tells me that that certain person is a douche too. And I cage myself again and I'm alone again, with one friend. And I'm happy.

Dear Diary,

It's March and I went on lunch with my guy friend who considers me a sister. I forgot to tell my best friend and he gets mad at me for spending time with my friend and not with him. He almost convinces me again that my friend is a douche and I could've spent that time with him.

I chase him like an idiot and tell him I'm sorry.

And the next day, I distanced myself from that friend because whatever my best friend tells me, is always true.

Dear Diary,

It's April and I again tried to make a new friend. My best friend tells me he's an ass and I should stay away from him too. I refuse to accept it this time and he tells me I'm a Hoe and that I am too stupid to be alive. I take that in, wryly. I can never go against my best friend because he is always right. So I distanced myself again from my new friend and I'm again left with just one friend and I'm happy. (Maybe).

Dear Diary,

It's my emotions this time. I feel he's trying to control my life. He has put up walls around me which I'm not able to climb. He is watching all my moves and tells me not to do what I feel like, but to do what he feels is right. He has confined me in a cage. He keeps a check on who all are my friends but I am still oblivious to his. He keeps records on where I go but I never know which girl is he with. He never texts me first, we go on days without talking. And when I try to confront him, he tells me he cannot initiate because of a pathetic past. He says he cares about me but at the same time treats me like a slave.

Is this how a best friend looks like?