Best friends forever. People throw this phrase around like it means nothing these days.

There are friends I have who, if I were on fire, would rather drink the water because they were thirsty than throw it on me to put the fire out.

Everyone always says, as you get older, you start to realize who your true friends really are. This has gotten more and more true for me as the year has progressed.

Often in high school, friends are treated like cars; when they get sick of you, they trade you in for a newer, cooler model. But what happens to the old model?

The worst part of the situation is keeping hope that your "friends" will come back for you when they have no one else, but who wants to be a back-up choice?

I don’t.

I am a pushover, I always have been. It is difficult for me to stand up for myself, and I have let all of my friends walk all over me at some point or another.

Sometimes, you hit a breaking point. I hit my breaking point.

There comes a point when you realize your friends are treating you badly because they need someone to blame their problems on. When you’re a pushover, people often blame their problems on you because they know you will still be there after they realize they were wrong.

A real best friend should be there for you unconditionally, regardless of what little fights you get into.

A real best friend would not blame you for something you did not do, when they really should be blaming themselves.

As the year gets closer to ending, I am more anxious to go off to college and be surrounded by all new people, instead of the same ones I have been stuck seeing every single day since sixth grade.

The biggest problem I have with my "friends" is that even though I am there for them through everything, they always seem to forget about me when I need something.

A real best friend does not wait until you walk away to say, "Good, we don’t want you to come with us anyway," after you decide to go out to lunch with someone new. Even if a best friend did say that, I would hope they would at least admit to saying it.

A real best friend gives you the time of day.

A real best friend would do anything for you, instead of just knowing you would do anything for them.

A real best friend does not take advantage of your friendship; they cherish it and appreciate it.

There comes a point when enough is enough. At some point, even the pushover needs to stand up for their selves and cut friendships that hurt more than support you.

Regardless of the fact that I need to cut these ties, there are still a few months of school left.

To make things easier on myself and others, I will continue to be friendly and nice to these people, but I will just be more aware of who is to be trusted.

Though high school can be difficult, the few true friends I do have make it worth the while.

The real friends I have, I wouldn’t trade for the world.