Memories

Everytime I think about all the old schools I went to, and all the people I knew there, all I can remember is the hate. I hated how they never talked to me, and how they were racist, how they would talk behind my back. I still despise every single one of them. Except two. I don't even know why I pretend to still be friends with some of them. Some other friend is always better than me anyways. I'm almost always treated like shit. It must be because I'm afraid of becoming their enemy. I've seen how they are with others. But you know what, I rather have no friends than fake ones.