The Fakeness Is Real!

Man oh man I have done it again...This time it was on campus. It all stared when class was cancelled...perfect right? Not to mention it was a beautiful cloudy weather(rare where I live). Nothing could possibly go wrong that day. I decided to sit under a tree near my next class. Being the way I am I chatted up a couple people that too awaited there next class. I met a few characters that were interesting...I'll probably never see them again. Once they left came the next wave of college students, then the next. This is where the story begins...dun dun dun dun! In the mist of the chaos I calmly sat in the middle like the eye of a storm. People surrounded me from all sides but something caught my eye. This girl that made her daily commute to class. She had brown straight hair. This rare occasion my brained seemed to function because I knew this girl! It was curly hair!!!Curly hair is the alias I am giving her because she has curly brown hair. I have known curly hair for around 6 years we used to be what kids nowadays call "besties". she must have not seen me in with all the chaos that surrounded us. I thought to my self. Surely she'll see me after her class is over I once again to my self. With nothing better to do I killed sometime. People finally began to pour out of her class until I finally saw her and she saw me(yay!). We made eye contact...I nodded her way(sup). Then something unexpected happened...she ignored me and turned to her friend(not so yay) A dude behind her nodded back awkwardly if it wasn't bad enough. Like no bruh that nod wasn't for you stop it now...bad, bad no nodding back. Man she must have caught amnesia or something. But this isn't the first time this has happened to me. I must be the problem then some type of mental illness that makes you think people are your friends when they don't even know you...or I have really shitty taste in friends. These days I am very hesitant to call anyone my friend. Moral of the story is things might not be what they seem to be...or nah. To be honest there is no moral. Take it as you will. Its just sad knowing someone that once was a close friend is now just another stranger. As you pass each other knowing things about one an other that most will never know a bond is broken. Yet another failed friendship thrown in the trash again. I guess it was ride or die...because your dead to me. To you who theorize that I have drastically changed and that causes people to not recognize me. I haven't changed at all sine 8th grade. People that haven't seen me since sixth grade have flagged me down. People that I really never had a connection can remember me. I hope you all enjoy my misery at least some chuckles have come out of these stories :D