I've always been asking myself, "When did everything start going wrong?"
She didn't even greet me, my classmates changed, her eyes implied hatred and disdain as if she'd won the game, and I don't know what she told them. I had few friends, and she seemed proud to be able to snatch them from me.
Whatever it is, no matter what you say, that I hope it's the truth that they hate me and stay away from me. There are many people who have told lies about me, so I hope you don't do that. I'd be happy when you tell them the bad facts about me. That way, I won't have to hide it anymore and accept their attitude. But if what you say is way off base, whether it's your assumptions, your instincts, your little brain, or your bad thoughts, I hope you get what you deserve. You have to feel what it's like to do it, what it's like for the person on the receiving end. I'm not going to do anything. I'd rather stay silent than have to face you. I'll just keep quiet, like you're doing with me.
I've learned that if I could have what I want, I'd give up our friendship without a second thought.