It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I hardly ever think about you anymore…and thinking about times when we were best friends is strange and sometimes sad.
99% of the time, I really don’t care what you think of me. I am living my life and trying to move forward from my mistakes.
but there is still that 1% that wishes you didn’t think I was such a horrible person.
do you how much that hurts when I think about that? I don’t think anyone ever wants anyone to think they are a horrible person.
I don’t know what I’m getting at , it’s just sometimes I randomly think of you and all the memories we shared, and now you hate me?