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"I'm grief-stricken lost cause

Broken heart"

-Twin Cities

Oh the dreaded Monday. 

Do you ever have those days where you can feel how awful they're going to be before they even start? 

This was one of those days. 

Let me tell you something, about fake friends.

They turn on you the second they find someone, or something, better.

I have an example for you today. 

I was in the parking lot right after school had let out, when one of my friends Brett came up to me.

He let me know that he was planning a little get together (code for huge party) over the weekend and asked if I would be there.

Of course I said no.

Of course he had something different in mind. 

He pulled me by the arm to his truck and bent down close to me, until our faces were centimeters apart and I could smell his breath.

It smelled like garlic.

He told me the real reason he'd invited me, because he pitied me. 

Pity? Whatever for?

He knew something I had known for a while now, and he was very much willing to hold it against me. 

Just as he was very much willing to hold me against the side of his truck as he kissed me.

Not that I was willing, but that if I wasn't, he would do something much worse.

So you see, fake friends are the worst friends. 

In other words, don't trust anyone as far as you can throw them.

Signed,

anonymous

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