I first met my best friend in... I think it was 2005. She was the new kid nobody knew and I was the weird kid nobody liked, so we were pretty much destined to pair up on the first project of the school year. We hit it off pretty much right away and were best friends throughout middle school until she moved about 350 miles away from where I lived at the time. We remained best friends through high school by texting, connecting on Facebook and writing each other long letters. She occasionally came to visit my hometown with her family. I'd see her at those times. Through most of my rocky college experience leading up to my move, we stayed close (although I felt reluctant to tell her about depression and suicidal feelings like I did before.) That was when things changed. When I was planning my move to San Francisco, I was really nervous. This was a huge step in my life, and I wanted her to know about it. So I texted her about it. I didn't tell her specifically to keep it a secret, but it was kind of a given, considering the things I mentioned about my parents. I don't remember how long after that the next part happened, but it couldn't have been more than a few days. My parents received a phone call at approximately 11pm, maybe later. I knew something was wrong right away. My parents told me the next morning that it had been my best friend's mom saying that my best friend had told her I was planning something drastic. My parents asked me a few things. I confirmed nothing and denied suicide plans. Later I found out my parents had lied and knew of my upcoming move. I asked my best friend about it and she said her mom must have gone through her phone. I found out she'd lied too, and she said she wasn't sorry. We stopped talking after that for a while until my counselor at the residential treatment program encouraged me to forgive her. Things were a little rocky at first, but we got back to being best friends soon enough. Now I'm struggling in my relationship with her again. She's just so busy, she hardly has time to talk to me. I find it hard not to be upset at that. (Even though I know it's not really her fault.) Plus there's at least one other person she calls her "best friend". It might seem silly, but I sometimes feel slighted when I see that on Facebook. I feel like maybe we could grow apart and I don't want that to happen. Sometimes I feel like she's only tolerating me, but that's probably just my low self-esteem talking... I'm going to be moving within 300 miles of where she is soon, but I get the feeling that no matter how close I get she'll still have trouble finding time to see me.