Yesterday, a group of so called "friends", talked s*#t about me. Only two of them (my best friend and a good friend) got mad and leved the place.
The fact is: maybe I was wrong, maybe I did a mistake, maybe I'm not so good as I think. The only thing that really hurts me is the fact that they always talked about that and never said it in to me.
Only now, I remembered how many times they smiled to me, they acted like good friends, and I understand that every single time they were fake.
What would you do in my place?
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