Friends

When I was 13 a boy I considered to be my friend told other people that I considered to be my friends, and my twin sister that all I could possibly grow up to be was a prostitute. They refused to tell me what he said, I had to beg my sister to tell me.

When I was 14 one of my friends, in a game of Paranoia, said my name. He flipped the coin and it landed on heads. He told me I was ugly.

Today someone I knew told me that one of my closest friends hates me.

I want to die.

One Reply to “Friends”

  1. A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find, lucky to have. You will meet a lot of people in your life; some laugh with you, others will laugh at you; some will love to clean your mess, others will love to mess you up! You have a few bad friends here, but don’t ever let them bring you down. Stop letting people who do so little for you , control so much of your mind, feelings and emotions. Be yourself and ignore the negativity. You are meant for greater things.

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