August 8th 2013

Thursday, August 8, 2013
I can't believe it's been almost seven years. I don't know, I hope you feel horrible for what you said about kicked me when I was down and then told countless lies to people about me. I was so young and you were too, but good god the things you said wrecked my social life.
You sit there staring forward like if you stare hard enough maybe we won't be in the same store together anymore.

It's really sad because it's hard for me to even think back to when we actually spoke, or were friends or even like liked each other. I mean at one strange point we cared about each other. It's just the weirdest thing to be in a room with someone who hates you as much as we hate each other.

We will never be friends. We will never speak. Ever. But somewhere back in time we loved each other and I guess that counts for something.
I feel bad because at first I really blamed myself for the things and really let it take a toll on me, but I didn't deserve that. I was good to you and asked for nothing in return. You turned around and cheated, then so embarrassed of your actions you turned tables on me and went after my reputation.

The more you sit staring blankly forward the more I realized you're embarrassed for doing what you did to me, but it'll be too hard to say it.

That's why we will never be friends and you can keep blankly staring ahead.
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