16th November 2011,
You're at my house again and we're happily eating pizza on the bed. I'm smiling as you tell me about your day. You're proudly telling me about how you and your friends made fun out of a strange girl at school. I don't have the heart to tell you that you've changed and that I'm disappointed. So I keep on smiling. Even though the person you hurt was my friend.
I still feel guilty.
