So yeah. I had a smallish bigish group of friends. Until me and one of them got in a fight. She said some things. Like how a friend I knew better than her hated me and didn't want me to talk or sit by her again. If I can't do that I can't be with my other friends. And knowing them they'll most likely chose the friend I got in a fight with over me. And I have known them longer than she has. She's a backstabbing, friend stealing bitch. Pardon my cussing. When we got in the fight she said that she knows what it's like being bullied and being depressed. She doesn't. What she calls bullying I call teasing. She doesn't get pushed or hit. She hasn't have had people doing that to her day after day. She doesn't think about doing suicide everyday. She doesn't consider hurting herself just to feel alive. She thinks she knows everything. She doesn't. She needs to rethink every single thing she has said or done. That's one reason I am depressed.
