Dear...no one,
The worst part about being me, is that everyone I liked; everyone that liked me, they don't want a second chance. Most of them don't even want a first chance anymore.
I don't know why. That has always been one of the things that has confused me the most. Why does everyone hate me? Why do I feel like I'm so alone? What did I do?
I wish I knew. I wish I could go back in time and change everything I did that made everyone hate me.
All the names that I have ever been called are still being whispered in my ears. It hurts. But what hurts more is that I don't know why you called me those names. I don't know why you ignored me for two years, when we were still in the same class. I just don't know. And it bothers me.
I wish I knew.
Love,
A girl...do you even remember me?
