Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?

Ok. Here's the story. I met my friend "Stacy" last year. We became really close friends. A year later, I told her I liked her. Of course she didn't feel the same. As per usual, I'm the "best fiend." We obviously grew apart. That's why we don't really talk to eachother. Well, we finally hung out the other night. To understand this story, you have to know she would talk about her ex "Kenneth" a lot. They broke up last year and now are trying to go back together. It's kind of hard seeing someone you care for go back to someone who walked all over them. Right?

When people go back to the familiar, their old habits come back. Anyways, she even said she doesn't see anything long term for them. My friend "Lisa" told me to talk her out of it. Of course I didn't. It's not my place to speak. "Stacy" even said she's going to try this out because she doesn't hate him. Just because you don't hate your ex doesn't mean it's going to work out. People break up for a reason. So the last 24 hours of my life have been a little depressing. (I know I tend to go off topic, but get used to it.) I don't plan on talking to her or even hanging out with her for a VERY long time. I even deleted her number. I served my purpose in her life. (Exit stage right.)

My supposed "best-friend" really isn't talking to me. He/she never talks to me. Well I don't put much effort into it either. But that's for a reason. More on that later. The point is, we don't even talk like we are friends. We rarely see each other. Not only that, we talk to once a week. And that's when he/she wants to. We never hang out when I want to. It's always on their time. We "made plans" to go eat Weinerschnitzle, but of course those were suggestive plans. I also made plans with this friend to go to my favorite restaurant for their birthday. I know it's bad if I don't follow through, but at the same time, I'm getting tired of only being their "best friend" when he/she needs one. Did I mention this friend only texts me when everyone else flakes on them? Some kind of "best friend" right? Do I come in a box labeled OPEN WHEN YOU ONLY NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE? People like this are making me insane in the cranium.