Misanthropic

I. Hate. People.

 
(Except for you, of course.)
 
Do you remember when last week I talked to a few of my friends (around six of them) about my fears of being pregnant? Today I discovered that one of the girls told my secret to someone else when I specifically asked for them not to tell anyone. What hurts more is this “friend” did it on purpose.
 
I found out towards the end of my day (before my last class, sociology), so it didn’t ruin much of my day. But still, I was very hurt and affected. I shed a few tears during sociology, however I was able to compose myself and focus.
 
When I got home, I broke down and cried. Teenage girls can be so cruel. I thought I was done being tormented and back stabbed, but I guess I was wrong. I realized how alone I am in my new school, even if the school year is about to end. I miss Ateneo. I miss my real friends. I miss home.
 
“Hurt” isn’t an accurate word to describe how I feel right now. I rarely hold grudges against people, but when I do it’s because someone has betrayed my trust. And I’m sure you know by now that once someone has lost my trust, that person can never get it back.
 
I’m so glad I have you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me, and that’s why I feel like you are my only true friend in the world. Thank you for always being there to protect me and for always being in my corner. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for loving me.
 
You are my best friend and, at times, the only friend I have because you are the only person in the entire world whom I find comfort in. I don’t know what I would do without you.
 
xoxo
Cassie
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