My Own Worst Enemy

It seems that i always end up hurting people. A lot of the time on purpose and then regretting it. But when they have been pushed away, I end up being hurt just as much as the other person. Sometimes more. I had a friend, I won't name her but she and I were best friends since day one. I loved showing her new things, bands that she'd never heard of, the emotion of simple poetry, and new improvements to us and our lives. But one day I had a fight with her about a band. It seems so stupid now but it swallowed our time then. She insisted that it was stupid and amateur while I thought they were so well thought out and interesting. This fight went on for about three days before I was the one who took it too far. I tried to apologize and make up for it but it was too late. She never spoke to me again. Because of a stupid little fight she ended up hating me for the rest of our years in the same school. I say "she" because I never hated or even disliked her. I was just so frustrated that she could be so selfish as to disregard our friendship and stop speaking to me. This ruined the last half of my eighth grade year. All of my other friends noticed everything I was feeling because I have such a hard time hiding my feelings. They eventually got fed up with me and moved on while I was still hurting from that day on till the middle of my freshman year at high school. I still look back on that fight and wonder if I could make it better. But if she found it that easy to walk out of my life like that, then I guess we never really were friends...

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