I am so glad I am not you (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1024 words)
Author: kathyg	Added: Jun 15 2015	Views/Reads: 4068/2353	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I have heard this sentence many times in my life. It is not easy to hear but it has made me stronger for proving people wrong about me. A true personal account of how to cope with "friends" that stab you in the back and how to find your voice.

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all my life. 

I crave friendship and it is always out of reach or I get tricked by
losers and frienemies. 

College was awful. Work was not much better. There are cliques
everywhere and until I learned to use my voice and tell these awful 
losers to back off, I was a victim.  I was so tired of being a victim 
that my survival skills gave me courage. I was kicked out of my own 
college room by my roommate because she decided she hated my "beady 
little eyes". I can't help my eyes are small. 

What is the matter with these people? 

Why are people so shallow and ridiculous? 

Why should I turn the other cheek? 

Online friends are the worst!! They make up stuff and lie. They stab you
in the back and tell their friends you are stalking them when all you 
are doing is asking them how they are and what's new? Is everyone 
paranoid online? 

I wish I could be confident but these idiots made me paranoid. 

My life was clouded by cliques and rejection and all I wanted was to be
a good and true friend to someone, anyone. 

Was my desperation for friendship like a disease that made people run
away in droves? Am I like the blob? Eeeeeeeekkkkk! 

She wants to be my friend...run, hide...seek shelter NOW!! 

I wish people would wake up and be kind to one another and not be so
entitled to think they are better than you. I never thought I was 
better. I never had the chance to even think that. My self worth was 
crushed long ago by thoughtless, snot nosed kids that laughed at 
anything that was different. Me, I am different. 

"I am so glad I am not her." 

I am sure glad I am me!!!!


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