I don't care anymore. Before I moved, I was wont to talking carelessly with Kate. We would go back to the edges of our school campus, pulling up grass and being cautious as to not running out to the football  field, prone to the fast moving, checkered ball and kicking legs. But now I'm moved. I've moved into another shell of a person to take over and become renewed. This is the new me. The new me doesn't care if Ms. Kate hates me. The new me doesn't care if Ms. Kate refuses to talk to me, but still hangs on to that small shred of communication through Wattpad. The new me doesn't care if I can never see her again. The new me doesn't care at all. I think to myself if we ever became friends again, I'd fly all the way back to L.A. and hug her tight and say sorry, over and over because of all the mean things I said. And she would somehow find a little bit of love for her old chum to forgive my wrongs and make them right. As the saying goes, two wrongs make a right. But the new me doesn't care if that ever happens. I'm happy to still be in contact with Itzel. I'm not mad at Kate anymore, I'm mad at myself. I'm mad at myself because I was the one who tore our beautiful (but shaky) friendship apart. I'm the one who started this. And I cannot EVER end it. The new me doesn't care, but the new me cries myself to sleep.