i've seen you. i've seen all of you, or so i thought. we've been on and off, but i cared for you so much. i still do, i think, maybe, but i'm sickened.
sickened by the thought of you and what you've done. i'm not supposed to tell anyone. but now i know all those other rumors are true.
and now an even worse one has come to light, one that would make a boy kill himself! how? no wonder you walk around feeling guilty. you are a fraud. a terrible person.
you deserve to constantly feel the outcomes of your uncaring actions, forever, you selfish creep. i can't believe i thought you were what i saw you as: someone sweet, kind, caring.
you're just over aware of everything because you're worried about being caught. i will not feel bad for feeling this way, this disgust, towards you.
you took something from someone that did not belong to you. you sick bastard.