Do you know what I just realised? You never liked me. You were trying to be NICE to me, but you never felt the same way I did. I was the girl that lacked any attention, the invisible friend that no one noticed. For once, you made me feel noticed. I feel like a complete idiot for actually thinking you felt the same feelings that I did. Even after you made me cry, because you told me I was worthless, I still forgave you after that small apology you were practically forced into saying. Now I'm sitting here, heartbroken because you never speak to me, while you're probably building up your reputation, pretending that you never knew me. Reading back on all the evidence of our friendship, I realise I look f-cking desperate, and trying to impress you. You never sympathised with me when I had personal issues, but only felt sorry and realised that I'm f-cking pathetic. I don't actually hate you, because there's nothing to hate. It's not your fault, it's mine for actually thinking you cared. I'm looking forward to the day when I'm completely over you, and found someone better. Could I possibly delete that phase of my life? The phase where I was chasing that sweet little nerdy guy that turned around to see a little bit of nothingness called invisibility? You probably think I'm an idiot, and I couldn't agree more. It's not like I could possibly screw my life up anymore, and I blew my only shot at getting someone that's the slightest bit decent. If I had a wish, it wouldn't be to get you to fall for me, but in fact to re-do that whole night, or better yet, not attending in the first place. Good bye x