you make me sick. and i’m really quite surprised that you provoked such a violently sick to my stomach reaction. it was really unexpected, but maybe that’s because i don’t express my true feelings about you to anyone. repression is fun! tho it’s possible i didn’t quite know what those feelings were until this very moment. maybe realizing how utterly worthless you are is what gave me the sick feeling. or realizing what a joke you are. or hypocrite. or fake. or shallow. i could go on, but for what reason? it, and you, are really a giant waste of my time. i feel bad for those around you, because i know how things will end up.
i may forgive but i never forget.
(reading this in 2015, apparently I have forgotten, because I have no idea what this is about)