Are we at that? We re all like that. What is it?

First of all, if you were indeed close friends before, she should care about this friendship as much as you do. It's too casual to end up like this. If you find a way to talk to her, it mainly depends on whether she wants to redeem it.

If you find out that she doesn't take your relationship very seriously, then there is basically no singing.

Then, have evidence that you did send her the answer as instructed at the time, and that you were not at fault. Here I wonder if she didn't listen carefully to your explanation, could it be that she was arrogant-"You can do a good job, for example, by printing out the chat history and showing it to her, to show your sincerity.

In short, you can try a little harder to redeem this friendship. Of course, if you don't do your best, you don't have to get into it, maybe she's not worth it, right?

Your last few words are too black, maybe you were emotional. College students are still relatively simple and can still make good friends.

In the next humble tongue, I hope to help you encourage yourself.

After listening to your story, I don't know why I have a miserable feeling In general, your friends are very cautious and very selfish Although I don't know how important that exam is, but really good friends will definitely not be like this This kind of friends chatting is okay Forget it about sticking a knife in the ribs Of course, there are a lot of friends worth making in this society For example, those college students who dived into the water to save people They can give their lives for strangers Not to mention friends To say something immodest I will pay a lot for my friends I believe the landlord is the same Just remember that no matter how good you are to others, you will always find a good friend who belongs to you. PS: This friend may be angry for a while, since we have been happy together, let's let it continue.

The foregoing is purely a personal opinion and is not utilitarian. It's hard to make friends in college Making friends is generally for the purpose of future work.

I probably just want to play ambiguous with you!

Because she has always taken the initiative! Do you really love her?! (I'm also a girl, if you really love, please show it, okay?) ）

First of all, you must clarify your relationship, if you both sincerely want to be together, just talk about it, it's best if you can be together, if you can't be together, the twisted melon is not sweet.

Girls are generally duplicitous.

Is she just going to be a substitute for you? It seems like she doesn't like you!

One. When I was ignorant, I always laughed with flowers, and I couldn't laugh at the edges. I don't know what happened to others, I only know that in my unhurried childhood, I smiled like this from the beginning, just like the phoenix flower in full bloom.

At that time, the only hope was to grow up, like a flower in a hurry to bloom. Mother said, "When the flowers on the windowsill bloom, you will grow up." So, before I staggered, after I became literate, I watched the delicate plant countless times, and with all my patience, waited for a flower to bloom.

Season by season, time flies.

Two. I often lie on the grass and watch a cloud swaying in the sky.

It's a few years.

I don't like those unrestrained experiences, moving from one place to another, experiencing some people, forgetting some people, the dust is like a paragraph, a blurry movie clip.

Fortunately, I finally returned to my old house, and the flowers in the old house are still blooming, in the general season, in the ordinary season, they bloom in the general red.

Three. Mom, just let me wait in the tree, and maybe, I can wait until autumn and the leaves fall together. After that, it dissolves into ashes along with the memory.

In the time when I was running around with time, I don't remember how I grew taller and taller little by little. Only the years and months that once came and went in the morning, and the flowers and smiles with the angels are still clear, and Labi is like those gorgeous and fragile loneliness that no one knows, quietly flowing into the depths of the heart, saying a small pain.

So, suddenly, the white cloud became a dog, and I don't know what day it is.

Four. It wasn't until adolescence that I learned that the plants on the windowsill would not bloom. Bitter licorice, herbaceous plant.

I always remember my mother's words. Maybe in the eyes of our parents, we will always be children who need to be watched, and we need the warmth and warm embrace of the pulse. Because no matter how far apart we are, our parents' hearts have a very soft corner reserved for us, caring but quiet, and caring for thousands of miles.

And when I understood this, my mother said that I had grown up. I was stunned, because I had grown up before I knew it.

Many people tell me that growing up is a feast of pain, but I also want to send a message to the bureau: "You don't live long, don't use it to grieve." Those bad weather will eventually pass, and people are growing up in such a hurry. ”

The flowers on the windowsill are not blooming, and I have grown.

People grow up in such a hurry.