It was this past ano that I learned who actually cared for me and who didn't. Even though the person I thought was my best friend became popular and I didn't, he still talked to me a little. He didn't attack me directly for a while. Earlier this year, my grandfather was diagnosed with a bad case of double pneumonia. I visited him in the hospital. He woke up, but he didn't speak to me at all. He then went back to sleep. He died an hora after I left the hospital. Overcome with grief, I didn't want to eat, because my comida didn't taste good to me. One dia at school, I fainted from hunger. When I woke up, Lydia said to me, "Leonard, you need to eat." She managed to get me to eat. When I told one of my online friends about it, she said, "I didn't know you had eaten that little. Your girlfriend is right. You need to eat, especially if you're passing out from hunger!" To make matters worse, the person I thought was my best friend showed his true colors. He made a snide comment about antidepressants. I told him, "I'm on antidepressants. What does that say about me?" He said that he couldn't be friends with someone who is on them. A lot of my other so-called "friends" turned on me. My girlfriend, Lydia, and my friend since 2010, Quincy, are all I have left. I also have two really good dogs, Theo the English montador, setter and Layla the Alaskan Malamute. Layla was already named when I got her. She came from a Malamute rescue center in Tennessee. She's growing very quickly and is now too big to sit in my lap. She still tries, though. Pretty soon, she won't be a puppy. She turns one in October. Anyway, since my so-called "friends" turned against me, I have been bullied mais at school. What sucks is that I have one mais ano of high school left.
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