Mic Henry
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I Accidentally Ruined My Best Friend’s Relationship
I never thought I’d be that person — the one who ends up being the reason two people break up. I always thought of myself as the loyal friend, the one who would take a secret to the grave. But now, every time my phone buzzes, I feel a wave of guilt in my chest, like I’ve been caught even though no one’s said a word.
By Mic Henry5 months ago in Confessions
The Friend Who Got Cold After I Blew Up
When I first started blowing up online, it didn’t even feel real. My phone was buzzing nonstop — TikTok going crazy, DMs full, reposts everywhere. People I ain’t talked to since middle school were hitting me up like we were besties. But through it all, I kept one thing solid: my best friend, Kev.
By Mic Henry5 months ago in Confessions
The One Who Switched Up First
I thought we were solid. Like, for real. Me and him? We grew up side by side, went through the same BS, laughed at the same dumb jokes, walked to school every day like it was our little routine. People used to call us twins — not ‘cause we looked alike, but ‘cause our bond looked unbreakable.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
He Swore We Were Brothers… Until He Stole Everything From Me. AI-Generated.
I met Dre when I was 12. The type of kid who walked into a room and everybody looked. He had that confidence — smooth with his words, never second-guessed anything. Me? I was quiet, always in the background, but Dre never made me feel like I didn’t belong.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
She Wanted Me in Private, But Never in Public. AI-Generated.
I should’ve peeped the signs way earlier, but when you’re caught up, everything feels a lil blurry. She never posted me. Never said my name around her friends. Never acknowledged me in public like that. But when the world went quiet and everyone else went ghost, that’s when I existed to her.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Unbalanced
She Told Me I Was Her Best Friend — Then Tried to Replace Me Behind My Back. AI-Generated.
I used to think me and her were locked in. Like, for real. We’d talk for hours — the kind of convos where time doesn’t even exist. We had dumb inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else. We’d trauma dump on each other at 2 a.m., vent about life, family, the stuff nobody else really cared enough to ask about. She told me I was her “safe space,” and honestly, I believed her. Felt like I finally found someone who got me. Someone who saw me — not just some random dude in the background.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
