Just remember that the people you call your "friends" are the people you hated and talked shit on a few months back. Just know that you lost true friends who had your back and gained friends who talk shit on you when you're not there.
Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain