it felt as if the lies fed me more than the truth. the lies felt good. it was just the truth that was stabbing my back continuously while the lies from your mouth hugged me. does it feel good emma? are you finally free from the academic hell you put ME through all over a fucking cover page? the four years of knowing eachother and the one year of friendship? all over a science project that I WON 3RD BY MYSELF? AND YOUR ASS DIDNT EVEN PLACE? even if this was a year ago i will ask s to put that 3rd place badge on my grave. “atleast you’re pretty. if i was ugly and fat id kill my self” yeah. i still remember that lunch time when you told me that after i was commenting on my eating habits. i never said i was fat. i was just above normal. you just had to take that opportunity of spotlight you’ve always prayed for. i hope you see this.🥹
– h