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I know it seems like I’m the problem. I might be the problem in their eyes. Their world. Their point of view. With my mom she doesn’t know boundaries. I decided to jump off that carousel because I couldn’t handle it any more. This is the longest I haven’t talked to her. My best friend, I thought I was just helping her. I was afraid something bad would happen to her. She is an alcoholic and her boyfriend was a drug addict. She had already went to rehab and admitted she thought about harming herself. She was discharged and was okay. He got into trouble again and I was afraid she would relapse. I called her parents because she wasn’t replying back. But apparently that made me nosy. If me being “nosy” is what helped in the tiniest way. That’s okay. My other best friend and I had some words. Just because I sometimes don’t want to be around people when they drink shouldn’t make me the bad person. Well, I lost her too.