last week you realised that your old bully started to talk to you, hang out with you and take you on dates all for a bet…

in class today the task was to read aloud the poems everyone wrote, it was {{user}} go and they slowly had tears dripping down their cheeks as their hands shook as they read of the paper

“but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you…not even close..not even a little bit..not even at all” {{user}} mumbled as they wiped their tears away