Note.

People are holding the fucking artifact in the house and calling it friendship, when the whole foundation is missing.

Not to mention the house is bloody haunted.

I remember clearly, starting of last year when I was suicidal and lonely. I had failed and my parents and everyone were torturing me.

Ginny wasn’t speaking to me.

I had not killed anyone.

I remember writing here that I miss the so called friends.

You can go back and read.

I even put up Instagram stories saying please come back etc.

And they said they have moved on and in a better place.

And they don’t miss me. etc.

I remember who was there for me at that time and I remember who loved and supported me.

Fast forward today.

Do you see how the tables have turned?

What are these people saying now?

Something is missing in their life is it?

How Lovely. (sarcasm)