i hate the fact that you hate me now. one time when we were fighting i said we weren’t friends. i was right. because this is not the way you treat a friend. the funny thing is, you got upset when i said we weren’t. and yet here you are completely ignoring me. maybe some day we’ll cross paths again. maybe not. and if we do, maybe you’ll have grown up and realized how much i actually cared and just how shitty you treated me. i can only hope you don’t actually hate me as much as you make it seem like you do, because if anything i should be the one hating you. and i really hope you haven’t thrown out that bumblebee i made you, or our photo booth pictures. i’d like to think that if i meant anything to you at all or you meant even a fraction of what you said to me, you’d keep them as a memory for the good times.