(Please read My Journey (Part 1) first)

Now that I think of it, it all feels quite pathetic.

They weren’t worth half the effort, nor the drama, nor the trauma I received. I’ve never fought with a friend, not in that way.

Rants upon rants of each others problems…

That was all just simply too much for me. I can’t handle it anymore.

Do I look like I care whether or not she has a crush on you?

Does it matter to me whether you had an argument with your parents or not?

Do you really think that I’ll be the one to provide you sympathy after a fight with your best friend?

No, no, and no.

From now on, if anyone’s got a problem, they say it to my face.

And if a “friend” talks behind my back, then…

You are no friend.

No real friend does that.

No half-decent person does that.

What are you, a two-faced coward?

Have you no life, other than spreading rumors about me?

Is this all the achievements you’ve ever had?

Well, then, I sure hope you’re proud of yourself.

I didn’t come to America to deal with people like you.

I came to America for a better learning environment, for a better opportunity, and for a better life.

You are not of any importance.

Get it through your head.

To me, you are insignificant.

To me, you are nothing.

Don’t mistake yourself for anything more. I’ve spent years learning how to discern my friends from enemies.

I know who you are.

Don’t forget that.