How can you think that after everything we've been through, that you can just step on me and throw me away like that? Let's take a fucking walk? So that's it, the first time you talk to me at school is to try to tell me to not talk about him in my journal. I'm not going to cry. You can't do that to me. I know you don't care, so just forget everything we've been through. Fine, you can get to know them better. It's not like I've never heard that fucking line before. I just can't win, ever. Not with you, and not with anyone. And you know what? Thanks, because now I realize that I have to just accept that fact. And you know what's better? This is our last year. After May, I never want to see your fucking face EVER AGAIN. I don't think I can make myself clear enough. Forget everything we've been through. Forget all those times we hung out. Forget those conversations. Just forget me. Pretend I don't exist, because to me, you're back to just another random senior I wish I knew.