Dear Pit,
I felt nothing when I saw you today. After three months, you hadn't changed at all. You looked so nonchalant and you smelt of summer and there was a hickey on your neck. You said stupid things and I said stupid things and at the end you walked into another classroom. You failed the year and you don't even care. I hate when you do this, Pit. Your eyes might be sincere, but you're the biggest liar I've ever known. God, you're so immature. And who the hell gave you that hickey? Other people's love is ugly on your skin.
