What's the saddest thing you've ever heard from your roommate?

My deskmate in senior three was very good for a while. I eat together after school, share snacks with each other, and store food to eat together. All kinds of interactions in the dormitory, the classroom also goes together. Later, her attitude towards me became worse and worse, and she became more and more impatient, so I put up with her.

Then she said to others in front of me.

"What do I have to do with her?"

Yes, we really have nothing to do now, and you are just my former deskmate and neighbor.

In fact, the most hurtful thing she said to me was not the one that directly led us to break up, but! -I don't remember! (Burying his face)

I only remember the feeling when I heard that sentence, which was despair. I have always been patient with her, because I think we still have hope. Maybe I did something wrong. But after hearing that sentence, I just felt-I don't want to be friends with this person anymore.

I can't forget the feeling of cone heart, which has a deep influence, so that when I saw her after graduating from senior three, I kind of avoided her (the class was over, and the party between some mutual friends was inevitable) and didn't talk to her.

Even. . . I've hated her for a long time (maybe almost a year)

I hated her even more because I paid too much attention to her before. ...

The sequela of this incident is that I didn't even believe that there would be sincere friends in the world for a while, and even refused to make friends for a while.

Later, later, I never saw her again, and I slowly came out of the shadow of this incident. Gradually, I feel that the past is over. After all, she must regard me as her good friend, because we were really close for a while. In fact, although this incident has cast a shadow on my friends for a long time, it has actually gained something. Because I am stronger and more optimistic now than then, and I am the kind of person whose mentality explodes. My friend's general language can't affect me, but it actually has a bad influence that I don't want to make friends sincerely, and sometimes I am a little indifferent. Probably because I was afraid to pay too much sincerity, and finally I was sad and hurt my lungs.