I’m still bent out of shape about how you treated me!
It’s been four months since you ripped out a piece of my heart, and it still hurts! Why do you pretend I don’t exist but that everything hasn’t changed between you and everyone else? Why do I feel like crying when we each take different seats on the bus? I have no reason to protect you anymore, but somehow I still do! I hate you for doing this to me, but I can’t seem to bring myself to actually loathing you. Why did you do this? Am I worthless? Boring? a loser?
bye, forever? for now?
Abby, your friend since kindergarten a girl you once knew
