You hurt me, but you didn't. Your friends hurt me and you let them. You stand and you watch me make a fool out of myself. I liked you, but I will no longer try and pretend the pain isn't there. Sometimes I hate you, but then I pretend you are okay. You aren't okay. You think I'm stupid, but I do recall you being in math lab. You shouldn't be throwing around the word stupid now. Right now I'm not hurting. I'm laughing at the pain that you caused, and I'm actually liking myself better without my mind clouded with you. I don't know why I liked you. You didn't make me happy. You made me sad. You made me mad. Someone who makes you feel that way shouldn't be someone you like. I guess I wasn't the smartest, but I assure you that you are not any smarter than me.
