Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head, refusing to believe what I had heard. I was paralyzed for a second. It was not like I had expected anything better. It was not that she hadn’t hurt me before. But, this time it hurt even more than ever. Because I hate the word “hate”.
Today during a girl fight, I was told that my supposed friend hates me so much and that I am a loser. It hurts when you hear of such comments because you feel like you have failed, as a friend and most importantly as a person. Failed to leave an impression. But I am not mad at all. I am only sad, only sad.