A Toxic Friendship. Should I End It?

It all started on Facebook. She wrote to me and I said to myself, "Why not? And what if she's a stranger? An unknown friend won't come to us and kill me, as our people say." I was right. I have never met her live. There was a friend in mutual friends and I accepted her because she is very beautiful and because my Facebook is always full of sad things about love and death. I will call her Zoe. I have a huge memory for some memories and I remember when we met. She unwittingly called me, rather her sister. Hours later, Zoya apologized to me and I said no problem. We opened a conversation. That's how we met and wrote to each other all the time. When I met someone for months, I wrote to him non-stop. In 2 months we became close and shared a lot. She told me how depressed she was about a boy, how she went to the hospital just because she cut herself. He showed me a picture of scars on his arms and legs. I kept telling her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. I don't know how sad she was for how many boys and she said she would cut for them and I don't know how many boyfriends she had changed in 2 months, there were a lot of them. Sometimes she ignored me, and when I wrote to her, she didn't answer me and kept uploading stories to her chats with other people. I thought it was just because he had a lot of friends. And I have a lot and that's why I know this problem. I always wrote to her first, because if I was waiting for her, she wrote to me and I couldn't help myself and after days I wrote again. Because then I was easily trusting and naive for these 2 months, I thought that we became best friends. A month later, she hurt me ... She kept talking about how a boy would commit suicide and cut himself, and I told her that if she didn't stop talking such nonsense, I would block her. In 3 months I'm tired of acting like I'm not saying what. Yes, it was a collar, but when it came to boys, depression was not a collar. I blocked it for a few hours. I missed her for those hours. I missed our fun chats. I unblocked it and wrote. She insulted me and asked me why I blocked her and such. She told me how long she has been angry with people for small things. One day her friend left her blue and she answered hours later and Zoya and she was angry for years. I cried. In the morning my world was crooked. I was sad all day. Because my mother wanted to introduce me to one of her colleague's daughters, I refrained. In principle, I talk to people a lot, but I was not well at all. I just said my name and class and that's it. All I could think about was the whole time, and I kept looking at my phone to see if she had written to me, but I only saw her stories in which she was happy with her friends. That made me sadder. After 2 weeks I passed, but I missed her. I wrote to her. We opened a long conversation. He was telling me about his new boyfriend. At one point, I wrote stupidly, "I'm glad you forgave me," and she said, "Oh, I'm mad at you." Then he started ignoring me. I apologized to her and she just ignored me. I was sad again. Again, I was sad for her for days. She was different. Zoe made me open my eyes to friendship in the 21st century. After 2 weeks she wrote to me, but she didn't write to me "I forgive you" or "I'm sorry that I was angry with you for such nonsense", but I was filmed because her boyfriend dumped her. I felt bad for her. I tried to calm her down. He wrote to me again that he would cut himself and commit suicide, but this time I didn't want to lose her and tried to calm her down. After this chat, she deactivated her account. I told a friend, but I didn't say Zoe's name. I said that a friend of mine told me and asked for advice and I just asked her what advice to give to this fictional friend of mine who was me. She is smart and always helps her friends in need, but she is friends with an enemy of mine and I can't be friends. I'll call her Reina. Reina wrote me "Male, what was this friendship? This girl has to stop contact with her" girlfriend "because this friendship is toxic and if she doesn't interrupt things she will suffer even more." I was shocked and thought. I told myself that I would leave her and the next time she wrote to me I would not even turn blue. I lied to myself that way. She wrote me that she was bored and we started a conversation again. Now you know what? We are in our original relationship. Girlfriends. I no longer know whether to end. He doesn't write to me much about boys. She only writes me how much she liked a boy, but she doesn't tell me about cutting. Somewhere I'm already tired of writing to her. After the way it made me feel during the first month of summer vacation. Let's not forget that at the end of the school year we quarreled over cutting and film and nonsense. I now look at friendship differently. I don't know if I should put an end to this, because things are fine for now. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. I no longer know whether to end. He doesn't write to me much about boys. She only tells me how much she liked a boy, but she doesn't tell me about cutting. Somewhere I'm already tired of writing to her. After the way it made me feel during the first month of summer vacation. Let's not forget that at the end of the school year we quarreled over cutting and film and nonsense. I now look at friendship differently. I don't know if I should put an end to this, because things are fine for now. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. I no longer know whether to end. He doesn't write to me much about boys. She only tells me how much she liked a boy, but she doesn't tell me about cutting. Somewhere I'm already tired of writing to her. After the way it made me feel during the first month of summer vacation. Let's not forget that at the end of the school year we quarreled over cutting and film and nonsense. I now look at friendship differently. I don't know if I should put an end to this, because things are fine for now. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. Somewhere I'm already tired of writing to her. After the way it made me feel during the first month of summer vacation. Let's not forget that at the end of the school year we quarreled over cutting and film and nonsense. I now look at friendship differently. I don't know if I should put an end to this, because things are fine for now. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. Somewhere I'm already tired of writing to her. After the way it made me feel during the first month of summer vacation. Let's not forget that at the end of the school year we quarreled over cutting and film and nonsense. I now look at friendship differently. I don't know if I should put an end to this, because things are fine for now. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. because for now things are fine. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger. because for now things are fine. I don't want to make her feel guilty for hurting me. I'm such a person, I don't want people to feel bad about me. I'm confused. As I write to her most of the time, I feel fear, depression and anger.