The test was more of a hassle than it was intimidating. I'm glad my proctor was some guy that didn't half care about us. I looked around and most of everyone was cheating. It helped a bit, I guess. It helped to multitask... maybe he ignored us on purpose.
A few days ago I heard something that wasn't intended for me, well sort of. I seldom look for trouble but lately it's been having a knack for crossing paths with me. Although I'm grateful for trouble this time, for revealing to me something that I was unaware of, and lied to about.
He's a liar. I refuse to turn into a hypersensitive and weak fool. Yet, keeping that in mind... it still hurts me to be lied to, and for it to be by a used-to-be-friend. It bothers me that this affects me. He and I have lately been drifting apart so I don't see why I should be anything other than indifferent to this... so then... why?
And what other lies have I been told? The only thing left for it is to see for myself.