I’m sorry.
I hated you. I really did.
Because you were always perfect… and I wasn’t. I was never perfect enough to match you, and it haunted me.
I hated you, too, because you made me feel stupid. You, who were always smart, clever, and put together, made me feel so damn stupid, all the time. I was always inferior to you, wasn’t I?
But most of all, I
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