I'm so glad I have so many great, wonderful friends. . . NOT!
So I told one of my best friends what was going on with school and such. I expected her to understand. So naturally, she didn't. Whenever she has to talk to me I ALWAYS listen to her and I always make an effort to understand where she's coming from. But this time, she didn't. Instead, she kept prying me about it today, asking what was wrong, what was wrong. I just didn't feel like talking about it. I guess she got mad because today, during lunch, she basically YELLED at me for being upset and not wanting to talk. She called me a name that doesn't need to be added to this sorry excuse for a blog and told me to leave the cafe. So I did. I went back twice, hoping they'd say something as I walked by. They didn't. It's really harshing me out I guess. On the bright side, I'll be seeing Steph, and I believe her cousin Jess, and her brother Zach tonight. Possibly some of my favorite people. It's just kind of like. . . I can really be myself around them. They don't all hang out without me and then talk about it right in front of me. They don't speak down or condescendingly to me because I'm not in the same classes as them. (ie. "Oh, Jess, what was the HONORS HISTORY homework? Oh right you didn't get into that" "Jess do we have HONORS BIO LAB today? Oh, that's right, you're not in that." "You're SOOOOOOO lucky you *snort* DIDN'T GET INTO HONOORRRRRS history. It's sooooo hard. You'd NEVER be able to handle this workload.") That's how friends should be. Steph's my best friend. She will be no matter how smart I am, or how dumb I am, how many honors courses I take (2 + Chorus, which is honors weighted), who I talk to, what I wear, what I listen to, or how organized I am (Haha, Steph).
I don't know what the purpose of this was. But I do hope that certain friends who aren't as amazing as Steph read this and learn a thing or two about, maybe, why I maybe don't want them in my life anymore. Steph, I hope you read this and realize how much I really do value our friendship. I don't know what I'd do without you, and I don't know how I'm going to graduate without you.
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At first, I thought you were talking about me...until I read the part about the cafe and decided that since I don't go to school with you, I was probably wrong.
I think that's all I've come to say.
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