i saw you talking to her, the girl i hate. no, hate is a strong word. That girl, the girl i strongly and deeply dislike and it wasn't because we were competing.
we go way back in 7th grade. we were the best of friends until 8th grade. what changed? she changed. she became obsessed with popularity, but in order to become this school's regina george she had to be heartless and of course, a plastic. and for that to work she has to ditch the weirdo and made a flock of her own and they became bullies, and i was there number 1 victim.
you were all smile when you conversed while she giggled at something you said and that made your smile grew wider. showing that you're proud you made her laugh.
you ended the conversation and sat next to me. i asked you what was that about. you said "nothing", and laughed. i believed you
BINABASA MO ANG
to the boy who broke my heart.
Historia Corta; in which a girl writes to a boy to tell him how much he broke her. a short story by julia alexandra lowercase letters are intended.
