be a good friend

He doesn’t really like me. He doesn’t even see me as a human being. He probably sees me as a lower life form that he should be able to exploit.

Somehow I don’t hate him. I feel deeply deeply sorry for him instead even though he treated me badly, lied to me, was mean to me. I felt hurt, but I feel bad for him more than for myself. Don’t know why.

She probably cannot see it. She doesn’t have to know. I don’t need to tell her. I just want her cancer cells to die.

I decided to pray and let God know that I am ready to be a friend to someone who is in need of one. I may not have all the answers. I may not be the most popular. But I am willing to listen, to lend a hand when I can, to give hugs, and shoulders to lean on.

I like to be a good friend, and it’s not easy. People are sometimes so evil. Some I helped as friends in the past have done things like judging me, gossiping about me, being jealous of me, or just taking advantage. Sometimes it’s safer to not to be friends to anyone but myself.