The worst part about losing a friend is they usually take a piece of you with them. Slowly they go from friend to enemy. Even after they are gone their problems are yours. The jealousy that confused them, the hatred, they leave you beaten with the holes those feelings drove them to create. It is as if they were always out to get you. You were never really a friend but an enemy all along. Paranoia sets in. they make you wonder and guess in a game you never wanted to play. Your head spins as they slowly turn the people around you against you. You sink slowly, deeper into despair as they turn the people around you against you, now it is not paranoia there is confirmation. There is nobody to turn to, not even yourself. They have ripped you apart, turning you into something you are not. You have no likes anymore, nothing that makes you happy. You have no personality, you are nothing. They know that, there job is done. They have used you and now they move on, leaving you much worse off than before they found you.