I actually hate them.
Elementary school and middle school ruined my life due to many of my classmates, resulting in self-esteem issues (among other detrimental problems occurring from my damaged psyche).
Yet, for some reason, these people decide that it's a good idea to friend me on facebook, and ask me about how my life is like we're best friends. THAT IS NOT OKAY. I'm really not exaggerating at all to say that my lower schooling days were torture for me.
Anyway, somehow, throughout all of that, I have no guts in me to tell them to their faces that I don't want to talk to them because I hate their guts with my very core for what they put me through. No, what I do instead is be polite, and ask them how their lives in college our going.
Fun Fact: All of them go to shitty colleges. All of them. They're all at half ass colleges that pretend they're amazing when they're really just barely decent. Meanwhile, the friends that I have kept (which is a total of two people) and myself have gone to great colleges and are attempting to do something important with our lives.
These bitches can die. They deserve the shittiest karma.
Apologies for the rant, but it was a terrible time of my life. Absolutely horrible. And I can't handle the shittiness of it.
P.S. UNACCEPTABLE.
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