There was a time, earlier this year, where everything seemed to be going wrong. I’d gotten in a fight with my supposed ‘best friends’ over something stupid, something that shouldn’t have ended our friendship… But it did. Losing them as friends hurt so bad for a little while. They’d seemed to take all of my other friends with them, which made me lose all confidence in myself. Each day would come with a new detail of how well they were doing without me, and how they didn’t care that I was gone. Within days, they’d replaced me, and I’d found out that one of them had been trying to get rid of me for years.
Any efforts I’d made to apologize and fix the problem were pointless, and soon, I gave up. I didn’t see a point anymore. I’d realized that they were never really my best friends to begin with, if a fight as stupid as this one would end our friendship. Ever since then, I’ve been so happy. My friends were gone, and yes, I’ll admit that I do have bitter feelings towards them and I wish that I never had to see again (which is hard when they’re sitting in front of my locker every morning… If any of you read this, I’d appreciate it if you’d move, since none of you have lockers there.) but I’m getting over it. I have classes with two of them, but I just do the best thing I can and pretend that I’ve never met them.
Over the summer, I lost some weight, and gained my confidence back. I walk in to school now, knowing that I look better, and feel better. I’ve been making new friends, joining new clubs, and overall, just enjoying life more. I never knew that the group of people I used to be friends with was dragging me down so much. I let them walk all over me, and I’ve promised myself that I’ll never let that happen again. I’m a new person, with an almost brand new life, and I couldn’t ask for anything better.