You would think that in a college, situations where someone tells someone else not to be someone else's friend, do not occur. You would think that people are mature and they do not spread rumours and that people do not get a long.

However, that does happen. 

I think it is just something that life throws at us. That will always happen. 

There is this guy. He is a friend of mine. It is alright to call him a friend, I think - I think he considers me as a friend as well, because he sits next to me on buses and doesn't see it as awkward and he now includes me in conversations - it is no longer a, you are just there, sort of thing. So yeah, we are friends. Not good friends, like close, but friends.

There is a girl. Friend too. Friendish.  I do not know how much is friendship and how much is obligation.

She hates the guy I am sort of friends with. 

Fair enough. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I mean there will always be people that you hate.

However, I was talking to him today. I was at the bus stop. She saw us and stormed of, and her friend - or twin - tapped me. I went over and she was like, 'You need to get your priorities right!' No, in fact, she was not like; she shouted at me, like at the bus stop.

In other words, do not talk to him, because you are my friend. 

How silly is that. How pathetic am I, that I did not reply. If I told her what my priorities were, she would have been more angry that she was. 

My priorities :

+ Exams 

+  Looking after myself 

+ Family

+ Agata 

Not some person who is going to tell me who I can and cannot be friends with.

I should have said that. 

But I am a coward. 

Too scared to rock the boat. 

I felt like crap. I left Mahamood to because she wanted to avoid the other guy. I really shouldn't have. 

He was hurt by that. 

Messaged me to ask why I left him. He was not going to wait at the bus station so long but he did because of me. 

That is what hurts. I try to care about people's feelings. 

If your my friend, your feelings matter to me and I try not to hurt or upset you. 

Yet, it never works. 

I think I have learnt a lesson. 

I should care more about my feelings. 

I have learnt it, and it has affected me. 

However, it is just stored there. 

Knowing me, I will have to learn it again and again for it to stick.

I hate that it came down to this, pick this side or this. I hate that people do this. Like it's college, grow up.

Why can't people just be friends and get along? 

Au revoir anyway.