So here I was sitting in my chair minding my own business, when I kinda recognized some old school mates close to me, they ignored me. But anyway I went there to shake their hands (don't know why). Some very little small talk, they didn't even bother to ask to join them. I would probably say no any way. But this guys are really close to my crisis, since we were school mates for so long. My mind started having persecutions on my brain, and I went down. They were laughing probably not at me, but it felt like the old days, when we used to banter. I just got out of there quiet. And put my lonyless in fast food. I wish I could say I don't care about them but it would be a lie. Still a big scar to heal. That's all guys