I Don’t Think I Was Ever Lucky in Friendships/Love

Names changed for obvious reasons. I used to be an introvert, but during my undergrad, something changed. I became more social, took on leadership roles, and made a few good friends—let’s call them Rohan, Samhita, Nisha, Varsha, Diya, and Meera. Samhita was my best friend. In my first year, I shared a room with Diya and Varsha. But in the second year, the rules changed, and we could only have two roommates. Varsha went with Meera, and Diya picked someone else. I was left alone, so I paired up with someone I knew—let’s call her Kriti. She was a great friend but a terrible roommate—super messy and disorganized. But I didn’t mind much. Then COVID happened, and everything shifted. I got closer to Nisha and Rohan. Rohan introduced me to a guy, Arjun. Over time, Arjun and I fell in love. He was everything to me. But Rohan didn’t like it. Every time Arjun and I had a fight, he’d run to Rohan, who would always turn him against me. It led to more and more fights, and no one seemed to understand my side of things. Eventually, Arjun broke up with me. It shattered me. And the worst part? Nisha and Samhita took Rohan’s side. They cut me off. The only ones who stayed were Diya and Meera. But even they weren’t perfect. They constantly body-shamed me—calling me fat, making fun of my skin tone. And I just took it. Maybe because I was afraid of losing more people. Maybe because I was just used to it. Looking back, I don’t think I was ever lucky in friendships. Has anyone else felt this way? Like no matter what you do, you just end up with the wrong people?