My friends all hate me. For no reason, they all have backstabbed me at some moment or another. I write my stories to reflect what I feel from their betrayal, and they aren’t supposed to see it. But now they do. Now, they should understand what I go through, but they don’t. They betray and backstab more. I have fewer freinds than most, roughly about five. I have lost every single one of them. No matter just what it is they say they won’t tell, they will tell. Someone will tell, and they will try to explain, and only dig themselves a hole and dig their holes deeper. So deep I can’t pull them out, I can’t forgive no matter what. They all put themselves in the doghouse, and I won’t let them out.

They don’t understand me or this, and they never will. They will never so long as they are they and I am I. They think I can trust them. I can’t trust any. Goodbye.

This is pure ficton from the view of one of my characters— my friends, please don’t take offense!