I'm finding that people are never what they seem. It's one of those things I've always known, but have never been deeply affected by. The reason for this being that, I have a knack for picking out the most genuine people to call friends. Granted they have they're flaws like everyone else, but they're honest about who they are, they know themselves and embrace that knowledge openly. I had a hicupp in perception, and let someone in that is not at all who she claims to be. I feel sorry for her, but I'm hurt by her, and I want her out of my life. Not for who I thought she was, but for who she is. Isn't it funny that your best friends so easily become enemies?