Dear crush,
I've liked you since march 2016.
It's December 2016 now.
I just can't move on.
My ex-friends called you a
cunt, dick, prissy little white bitch,
and a fuckboy.
I stood up for you.
You didn't realize it.
They're causing a lot of trouble.
This is what one sent me the other day:
"No one cares about you. Your mom doesn't. Your siblings don't. Even your own cousin doesn't. I swear to god, everywhere you go you always cause drama. You always need attention. You complain about everything. No wonder you don't have any friends. You belong in a fucking mental hospital."
You don't know what they said.
But when you're near I try to drop hints.
I don't think you hear them.
You don't realize I'm hurting.
