So seven years ago I met this girl online. Over time we became really close friends. Early into our friendship we both went through very rough times and helped each other out. It wasn't long before I developed feelings for her. However, I've had a lot of issues with friends in the past. Two had died in car crashes, one killed herself, and when I was really young every friend I made moved away a few months later. This was all by 7th grade, and I met this girl in 8th grade. So for a long time it's been difficult for me to make friends because I've always pushed them away since I didn't want to lose them.
So I didn't 't want to tell my only friend that I liked her and lose my only real friendship. However, six years had passed and I really fell for her. By this point I went to college for EMT. Having such strong feeling for this girl it became increasingly difficult to not say anything. She would be the only friend I have to talk to about these feelings, but I still didn't want to so I wouldn't hurt the relationship. At the same time, I really wanted out of the friend zone at this point. So I took the advice the internet always gives for these sort of situations and confessed to her. That was my first mistake. That alone really damaged our friendship, so I left it at that.
(This may get confusing, I almost finished the post but my web browser crashed, so I don't really know where I am in the story anymore)
However, upon completing EMT I realized I kind of like medicine and I graduated at the top of my class and have a high IQ, so I figured I'd go into medicine. However, I have never been much of a fan of the American school system, so I wanted to go to Europe for medical school. First, I looked at the UK, unfortunately I missed the boat with them, applications had been closed out. Coincidentally, the only other European medical school that was still accepting applications and had medical school in English (first half, anyway) was in the same city she was studying in.
So I planned on going to this school for one year (maybe longer if I really liked it) and then transferring to the UK to finish school. Even though I don't believe in the supernatural, stupid me wanted to take this as a sign. I was finally on the right track for career and finally meeting the girl of my dreams.
Unfortunately, I grew up in a bubble of a town. Most everyone there is a doctor or something of equal prestige. I also never travel and rarely even left my room. My only "traveling" was for volleyball and modeling (but I had just started modeling so I only ever went to two cities with that, and very briefly).
Needless to say, Europe was a big cultural shock for me. I hadn't planned as much as I should have and had no idea what I was doing. The only support I had in all of this was my friend. Unfortunately I saw her when I flew in briefly (she walked me to my hostel) but she was so busy it was nearly two weeks later before I saw her again.
It's pretty English friendly here, but not knowing the language is still a hindrance. Plus, everything is so different, I had no idea what to do. I also had no phone at the time because I needed a new SIM card for the area and had no Wifi until a week later when I rented a room.
After being here a while, I was still confused, I was becoming increasingly more scared (I get panic attacks at the thought of interacting with people, but I was so clueless and without my friend or internet I had to ask a lot of questions). Plus, I was all alone and was just out of place so I became pretty lonely. Also, being here and not in my bubble of doctors, I realized I didn't want to pursue a medical career. I just did it because I could, and therefore I sort of thought I had to. People here aren't so work oriented and didn't really live by the concept of "Keeping up with the Jones'" So I wanted to go back to America and do something I thought I would really like, even though it wouldn't really pay well.
By this point I had my room, I had been here for 1.5 weeks and started to feel a little home sick on top of everything. Luckily, in a few days my friend said she would have some free time (about an hour). Well.. Being so scared, lonely, confused, home sick, and now changing life plans completely, I was sort of in a low spot. I really needed someone, but this girl is all I have and she was busy. So I decided to write her a letter, at least I could pretend she was there. This was my biggest mistake of all.
I wrote about 10 pages (front and back) explaining absolutely everything. What was going on, how I felt about her, everything. I thought about not giving it to her when I was done, but I already told her about it.. Well I went to meet her, and first thing I did was finally give her a bunch of gifts I brought from America. At this point she knew I wanted to go home, so I asked her if she could give me a gift to remember her by, which she said she would the next time we saw each other... Then I gave her the letter. I didn't expect her to read it so soon...
After reading the letter she said she didn't feel comfortable seeing me again. Which.. I sort of understood, but I had been waiting so long to see her. I really needed someone. So I asked her if she would for me. She still said "no." Now that literally everything possible had gone wrong.. I started to fall apart. So I basically begged her. No response. Then I asked if I could at least still get the gift. No response. I asked if I could at least see her to say good bye before I leave - I would most likely never see her again, no response.
Now I was completely desperate, so I managed to become even dumber. I started guilt tripping the one person I care about on this planet. I mentioned our long lasting friendship, how we helped each other get through a tough time, how over the years I've always been there for her in everything and between that first incident and now, I never asked anything of her. I just needed a friend. Still no response.
After a couple of days of crying, I needed something to get my mind off of everything. Which is difficult because everything about this place I associate with her. So despite trying to avoid people my whole life and hating alcohol, I went to a bar and drank.. a lot. I met a guy who I had a few conversations with and then he took me to a club. So I drank more. Finally we called it quits. On my way home, at 5:00 A.M. sharp, a man on a bike came up to me and started flirting with me. He quickly got aggressive and pinned me on a fence. And kept feeling me up. Finally I got away and quickly walked away, but then he grabbed me. So I twisted around and broke his grip and kept walking. The guy then pulled a gun on me, so I kept inching away. Eventually he went back to get his bike since I had made it about a block down the street. The gun wasn't silenced and he was clearly drunk, so I figured I'd be fine if I ran, so I did. (Keep in mind, I have no service here without wifi, so I couldn't call the cops). Unfortunately I couldn't run far, the alcohol and clubbing really caught up with me. The guy found me again. Luckily a girl walked by and I sort of followed her and started talking to her, then he backed off. I told her what happened and walked with her most of the way home. We got close to my street and still didn't see him so I figured it would be fine to part ways. When I got to my street, though, a car pulled up behind me and stopped. I kept walking, it came up again and stopped. It did that until I got to my room, and drove off when I went in.
I don't want any advice on that, I have no idea what the car looked like and I can easily recognize people when I see them, but I am useless at describing people. I'm just staying in and should be fine getting to the airport and should be fine at home.
The reason why I bring it up is because this girl is still all I have. So even though she is ignoring me, I told her about it. She still didn't respond. And no, I have not been blocked. Granted, that doesn't mean she read it, but later I made sure the key points of potential rape and murder would make the banner part on her phone.
I had told her that when I get home, I plan on not talking to her for a while so I can move on, so it's probably just the blind optimist inside me, but maybe she is ignoring me to help with that. And maybe she thinks I'm just trying to get attention with that message. Why would she keep me a Facebook friend and not block me on WhatsApp?
I just don't know where I stand with her, and I really miss being friends with her. She really use to be an amazing friend.. I'd really like to salvage the friendship... Any advice would be appreciated.