I hate you. I really do. You’re so mean now. Just because you switched schools and get drunk at 13 and high, doesn’t mean you should treat your other friends who have been through thick and thin with you, like shit. You treat my best friend like shit, make rumors about me saying I wish someone would’ve died, you tell me to grow up the day after I was diagnosed with depression. I know you’ve been through shit, but you’re happy now. I’m not. You started talking to the guy I like, mentioning me when I asked you not too You’ve been making up lies since 4th grade. Just because you’re Mexican, doesn’t mean you’re related to El Chapo. You’re not related to Miley Cyrus, that’s like me saying I’m related to Larry the cable guy, because we’re both from Nebraska.

You say you hate drama but you start it anyways. You tell me you wouldn’t be sad if I killed myself, since I’m “all talk, no do”

But I really hate you. So, I’ll tell you my favorite thing you have ever said to me, “just do me a favor and forget we ever met, please”