When I told my best friend I smoked weed, she asked why I do volunteer work and how do I feel about people because pot heads arent capable of caring. I talked her out of suicide the week before, was the only one who stood beside here when she got herpes, supported her when she was jobless, I am always there for her to talk to, I do volunteer work several times a month, I like to do good to others, and I would sacrifice anything and everything for someone I love. I have my flaws, but in general I think I'm a good person. At least I try to be. Her saying that I couldn't possibly care for others was the most hurtful thing anyone could possibly say to me. I'm ashamed to say it but I am angry, almost to the point of hating her.