Floater friend syndrome.

Over the last year nor so ivhave come to the realization that i am no ones best friend. im the friend who is ewsily forgot and replaceable. through thr yeqrs i was the floater friend between groups never realizing i was building memories whwre at the time seemed so pure andnfun but niw only seem like the most heartbrewking moments wherenmemories are rewritten with what ended up happening as the narration over it. i make Friendships at work, create work besties. we text, we maybe sometimes hqng out. we make nplans and half the friends fall through or ghost me. if we are even very close until they quit and i never hear from them again. I am forgettable. Wednesday as i was leaving work i was in a good mood with a shadow of depressive possibilities. as i was warming up my car my proclaimed work bestie came out after getting off early. we she talked sbout her hqrd day and about hiw she had a sit diwn with our director about her plan to keave the profession for a careen in the hair industry. she talked about bow she let our boss know it wouldnt be for about 2 yrs as she sets up her clients. At the moment i wasnt upset, it made sense, people burn out and need a change. as soon as i rolled up my window the tears started but slow as i called Brwndon as i always do before coming home. i held it together until i hung up then released the brginning of my meltdown. sobs came in waves as i made my way home. with that convo with Bree, i came to the ralizationthat i know the end date if out friendship give of take. i came to realize that i hsve less than 2 years until i am forgotten again. now im left with that knowledge. she doesnt know i what the conversation we had did to my soul. leaving me with the inner battle of whether to invest in this friendship or if i continue as an acquaintance. do i hsve that convo with her? it took me teo days ti tell brandon about the real reason i was so upset. im stuck in another case of me having a best friend but im not hers.