Boy: How are you?
Girl: How am I? Really? It's been a year. A year.
spent 12 months trying to figure out what I did wrong.
I spent 12 f***ing months trying to understand how you
could love me one day and have no feelings for me the
next. I spent my entire summer trying to get over you,
thinking this school year I would be okay,and if I saw
you occasionally I wouldn't care. But screw that. I'm
not over you. And I don't think I ever will be. Because as
as I try to deny it, you were and always will be my
first love. But you were also my first true heartbreak. And
time I see you I'm filled with rage, anger, and sadness.
I'm enraged that you don't give me any acknowledgement.
You pretend you don't even know me. And I am angry that
you destroyed me like that and don't even care. And
I am sad that I am slowly coming to terms with the fact
you will never come back to me. Never like me. So after 12
months of CONSTANT torture, you come at me and say
No. Don't talk to me. All you're gonna do is bring back
memories. And worse than memories? My f***ing feelings
that I had for you. So just stop talking to me before you add
the amount of emotional damage you've caused me.