It had been a month since you talked to me, and oh, how things have changed. You sit with your friends at lunch, making fun of others. I know it's not the real you. I know you don't mean the things you say, but it still stings. You had hurt me and got on with your life as if it was nothing. Like it was a thing you did every day, just like you brush your teeth every day. I guess I just wasn't worth your time. I'm not worth anyone's time. I do hope you have fun with your friends, I really do. I really want you to be happy, but I just wish it could've been with me in your life.