Hi. Sorry this isn't really a story, but more of a rant thing about something that happened to me. So... Sorry.
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Hey. I guess it's been a while since we've talked. I just saw you and talked to you this morning, but 6 hours used to be a long time for us to go without talking. I miss you, you know. Any shred of self esteem I ever had is gone and hasn't been seen since you left. It's been hard. You know it's been almost 7 months? You probably don't know. You don't care. What happened to you? You used to be so nice and sweet. Now you're just a jerk. You're stupid and mean and rude and you ripped me apart inside. I haven't been the same since. I'll never be the same. Do you notice I still look over at you in class? You probably don't notice, but I do. I'm not really sure why I do. I guess I just haven't gotten used to the fact that you're gone. And you're not coming back.
You know, what you did to me was cruel. I still have the list of reasons you did it saved in the notes on my phone. You're an asshole. Sometimes I wish I had never met you. But then I realize that's not true. No matter how much pain you caused me, I'll never wish that. You made me a better person.
And I miss you.
