I think you've forgotten me. Or maybe I plague you in every way possible, and you can't seem to forget my face. That girl that sat next to you in the library, not able to concentrate on her crappily written horror novel, and breathing in the disgusting smell of your cheap imposter cologne.

But that was five months ago. You probably heard everything I've said about you since then, and that's fine with me. I hope you can't get it out of your mind, and it eats at your brain. Because after what you did to me, you deserve it.

I used to like you a lot. You knew it too. You knew that Sara liked you, as well. I used to hate her so much for that. Maybe I still do. But you know what? I feel bad for her. She has to deal with you for another year. You manipulated us both. Remember how you said you would dance last dance with her but you didn't, and instead you danced with Allison the slut? You're selfish. You don't deserve anyone.

I think you enjoyed it while it lasted, but trust me, one day, when you least expect it, your heart is going to be broken. And when that day comes, no one is going to be there to comfort you.

Forever,