Yes, yes, and hell yes.
I'll answer the last question first as my previous post indicated, in times of despair, I defriended people and was just a terror to them because they had the nerve to convince me that life was not meaningless. Usually those people (for the sake of given them a name, I'm calling them, "Daisy Randolphs") would say that one day, I'd snap out of it and realize I do have something to offer the world, but that they would continue to support me anyway, even as I pushed them away.
The problem is some of those Daisy Randolphs actually defriended me when I stopped being (as) emo and thinking of myself as the worst person ever. Usually I ask for explanation, but either I get none, or they're mad about the same things they told me to get over and act judgmental in the same way I used to do. It's strange how the same Daisy Randolphs who begged me to get some self-esteem and stop being trapped in the same circle now shun me for it and now try to convince me that I am the worst person ever, especially over the same junk I used to wallow in.
Why can't everyone be positive and loving at the same time?