Ever since I told (some of) my friends my first semester grades, a lot of whom were expecting at least decent grades, many of them have stopped talking to me altogether.
It’s sucks to know that that’s why they were “friends” with me. It really hurts to know that when you’re at your lowest, your friends, even the people who seemed to really caring and nice people, can end up leaving you. And that just makes you even feel worse now that you’re failure AND lonely.
I’m starting to really wish I’d kept my grades a secret all these years (even though they were good before), because if I had, I would have known who my real friends were in the first place. It just hurts a lot.
If you have time to go to the movies, you have the time to do your own goddamn homework. And no you can’t copy the entire worksheet assigned four days ago.
Some of my friends are unbelievably lazy.