I woke up at the same time, in the same room, to go to the same school.
My life was boring.
I put on my uniform and made myself up before leaving.
I lived by myself, so I had no one to say goodbye to.
But I'm used to that now. It's been 6 years already.
I'm 18.
Six years ago is when everything went to hell.
They left me
You left me.
But I knew it would happen eventually. You are just that type of person.
I loved you.
But you loved her more.
We parted ways. You made friends. Had a girlfriend.
I sat alone.
You didn't want anyone to know that we were friends before.
Why?
I didn't know what I did wrong.
Please explain what I did wrong.
Please...
