no because you had the audacity to actually talk to me today,

to look me in the eyes

what the actual heck.

I know we’re forced to sit together in class but you should keep yourself to yourself.

I hate your stupid face.

I hate you.

you don’t even know that, do you?

you probably think I’m fine now.

“it’s been way too long, she obviously doesn’t care.”

of course I’m so over you,

but I’m still not over what you did to me.

that hurt.

it still does.

even after all this time,

it hurts.

YOU HURT ME.

I WANT TO KICK YOU IN THE BALLS,

PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT,

AND BASH YOUR STUPID LITTLE HEAD IN.

but of course, you’re as oblivious as ever,

unaware of just how bad you broke me.

hate to break it to you,

but beneath the surface,

I’M STILL BROKEN.

AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT.

I HATE YOU

YOU STUPID LITTLE IDIOT.

but I guess you’ll never know that.