Talking
You tried talking to me a few days ago. less than a semester ago you said you didn’t want to be friends anymore and now you are trying to talk again. I can’t do this this I don’t want in my life anymore you cause more pain than you are worth. I’ve been depressed since you decided to talk to me. I’ve gone through old prom pictures to remember how beautiful you used to be. in every picture I had a look of pure bliss on my face in every one. I’m listening to emo shitty music and really hating life. I want the old you before you became someone to please every one else. I hate you, I hate me.
