monday - 7:15 a.m.
it's the first day after winter break and i haven't seen you since. i don't want to.
i don't want to have to see you in the halls, lock eyes with you, have to quickly look away and pretend like we didn't just see each other right there. i don't want to pretend like we didn't once know each other like the back of our hands.
but i have to.
why did i even decide to write this letter to you?
class starts in fifteen and i haven't even gotten dressed yet.
i'm fucking late-this is your fault.
i hate you.
Aide
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Short Story"maybe i fucking hate you because you said you loved me back when you didn’t" ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014
