There are some people around me that call themselves my friends. But sometimes, I think they really aren’t. Not that they’ve betrayed me. I just don’t feel part of them.

School, which bound me to them to certain extent, is over, and I will no longer need to see them again.

Now it’s vacation time and they still hang out. Without me.

I didn’t go to the recent trip with them because, for many reasons, I didn’t feel like it, and, in the end, I had something very important to do. But no. It wasn’t after this. It’s always been the same.

I’m always the last one to know about their plans. I’m always the last one invited. I used to. Now I’m not even invited. And they call themselves my “friends”.