This story is from the fictional character's perspective only, and I'm not trying to represent everyone as a bad person. Please don't take it too seriously :)
I'm always too wary of what my friends and acquaintances think of me.
When I was thirteen, I just tried to pet my best friend's dog.
I didn't know that it was the wrong thing to do.
Her parents noticed my attempt at having a little fun, and immediately stormed out of the room, dragging Tina and poor little Princess behind. The next day, she and I got separated forever. I still don't clearly undertand why.
"You're poor and adopted," they spat, snobbish noses sticking up. "You don't deserve to touch our dog like that." What a stupid reason.
Yes, I knew I was adopted and my biological parent's weren't wealthy, but that's not a valid reason. I figured a few weeks later that we were only friends because my adoptive parents were business partners with them. Shitty people. Why even let me be her friend in the first place? What made their dog more special than me?
Every step I take, every decision I choose, and every path I follow in life can be used for me or against me. Even what I was born as.
You never know when someone can betray you, hurt you, use you to their own advantage.
You can't see even the true intentions of people most close to you. Most of the time, you're blinded by their niceties and smiles and all those shit. Wouldn't it be easier if life was straightforward? If people really told you what they felt? But that just takes the fun out of it. Those people love to take the strings of your emotions, and keep you in the dark. Be careful of 'nice' people who stretch their arms wide, brimming with gifts for no reason at all. They have something in their mind. (But of course, this is not always the case. You may have different experiences.)
Sometimes, people want to destroy you. Main factor: jealousy. Once they taste envy on the tip of their tongue, they rush forward and devour it whole. In other words, they start doing anything in their reach to go and bring you down.
Remember those whispers behind your back? Remember the time when you tried your utmost best to complete your project, and have that backstabbing classmate 'accidentally' trip over it, and say, "Oops! I'm really sorry!"? Remember all those false accusations? Remember them? I sure do.
It doesn't make sense.
Nothing does.
I don't understand why someone gets jealous.
Imagine just skipping along the dust path of life's garden, smelling all the fragrant flowers of happiness, just doing your thing. When all of a sudden, bam! A car rushes into you, toppling you over with its speed. Do you know what the driver says? Well, this is the conversation you two might have:
"Why.." you strain to speak, clenching your jaws in response to the pain. "Why did you.. argh.. do that?"
"You were in my way," they responded in a matter-of-factly manner.
You were all too familiar with those words. You bite back your anger, and decided to approach this with talking sense into them.
