I really thought that apologizing was the best thing, and I was wrong. Seven pages; seven pages of me pouring out my heart to you because I thought there was a chance of you accepting my apology. You didn’t look twice. Two years of friendship down the drain because you hate me now. What a strong word. “Hate”. Yet, that’s how I feel. I hate you. You hate me. Only because you didn’t say anything. Only because you made what should have been the best year of my life into the spitting image of a nightmare. Somehow I recovered. I recovered from the tears and the suicidal thoughts. I recovered from the spotlight on me every day. I recovered from the worst victimization. The victimization that’s so deep, it’s almost unbearable. But don’t worry; im fine now. Because recovering is the best part.