Update on Hated

The one who calls me a friend had grown farther away, which is perfectly fine with me. She'll glare at me once in a while, but I've figured out I feel better just rolling my eyes at her. The other still likes her daily dose of attention, but she doesn't bug me anymore. I've found refuge in fewer, stronger friendships, and a loyal diary. And a little crush to think about instead of dumb haters.