I didn't have a lot of friends or make friends that easily. I wasn't messed with too much, though, except by a couple of jerks.

I had a group of friends I hung out with, and one day they just decided to abandon me and not sit with me anymore, citing some bull crap reason that I was dumb enough to believe. So I found a girl I kind of knew from my Spanish class, sat with her, and kept to myself.

Another girl from the group that left told me that the reason they had stopped sitting with me was because a couple girls in the group decided they didn't like me for really stupid reasons. I literally never did anything that could be construed as bad or mean or offensive. I was just weird and quiet for the most part, and kind of awkward when I wasn't being quiet.

I confronted one of the girls about it on an instant messenger that night (I hate confrontation, and I'm better at expressing myself writing than talking). She then sent me a list of 20 things that she hated about me. A lot of it amounted to my tastes in music, about how it was "creepy" that I asked how the other girl was doing when she hurt her ankle (wtf?), and accusing me of having crushes on all of them (I'm an obviously straight girl). It's been almost 10 years since that happened, and I still get upset thinking about it. I hate the thought of people not liking me, especially if I hadn't done anything actually wrong.

Back then, I actually just kind of let it go, tried to mend the relationship. That particular girl acted like it was immature of me that I was offended by her list. The other girl who was in on it later apologized, we hashed it out, and now we're good friends. The list girl had me on Facebook for a while, but now doesn't, and I don't really care.

Thinking back, I should have fought back more, stood up for myself, maybe even got some adults involved (I have depressive tendencies), but at the same time, I didn't want to make it harder on myself than it had to be. I was already humiliated enough.