Talk:Memento Mori/@comment-10222945-20150121193113

God, I fucking hate kids sometimes. I was like you; made fun of by nearly everyone, and, like you, once thought I had someone who was my friend because he was nice to me once or twice. One day we were outside doing some kind of science work or something, and the teacher told us to partner up. I asked him if he'd like to be my partner, and he mumbled something that I couldn't quite catch. I kept following him, until he turned around and said, very clearly, "Please don't follow me around." I then realized he had said he did not want to partner with me.

That incident sticks in my mind despite it being nowhere near the worst betrayal I ever suffered from a kid. I had one kid who hung around with me several times throughout the year, we laughed, joked around a lot. He ate his lunch with me on several occasions. We lived close and even hung out on weekends. Then one day a bully asked him if he was my friend, and he said "No." I couldn't believe it.

I say all that to say that your story resonated with me. Not scary at all (though that wasn't your intent) but so relatable I've got to give it 8/10 (missing two points for not being scary).