I have a bad past of people acting like friends then turning on me. I have stories about people trying to stab me in the back. I usually find out that they aren’t true friends. People don’t usually realize that I hear a lot. I see a lot. I know a lot.

They fear that I will find out their plan to stab me in the back. They fear what I could do if I found out. I don’t do anything. I try and make amends, but they continue their plan after they agree.

I had a friend, ninth grade, that I thought that together we could take the world. She thought that too. We were stuck to each others side. After a while she meet other people and then I meet another group, my real friends.

This girl who I was friends with was bad mouthing me to the group that she had “found”. The funny thing is. I was friends with the entire group. The group that she thought she was turning was the group that I had behind my back.

Throughout the school year she drifted and found another group. Then again she tried to turn them on me. Jokes on her I had friends within that group. I’ve never seen someone, who had no reason to do to turn people on me, try so hard to get a school to hate me. Maybe she was apart of the group from before, I talked about this in the blog post Trust.

I don’t know what turned this girl to hate me. I had hoped that it was a just a faze. I had hoped that the person who was like a sister to me would see what she was doing. She was tearing people apart without even knowing.

I’ve learned that people can turn at the flip of a switch. I’ve learned to protect myself.

I’ve learned that I am my own worst enemy. I’m better with animals. I’m better by myself.