I was back at school, seeing Greg with his whole mighty colony of friends again, and I found myself thinking about what I had done yesterday. Not that it really mattered anymore now since we were back at school, but still—it did feel like a turning point in my life where everything just changed completely.
But I could notice something that was beginning to be very clear. He didn't like the friends he was having, which made sense; because who wants to hangout with people they don't even get along with? He wasn't that different from me—I just tried to keep up with him since we had been together for so long now, and it felt like Greg had no interest in hanging out with me since we were in our own little worlds.
