Another Relapse:
I was deleting a bunch of old documents from my computer and came across a couple conversations with John from way back when. I read through the whole thing and then started crying. I thought I was over him, but apparantly not. He's such an asshole. He's the only person in the world I can honestly say I hate. I just can't believe all the shit he did to me! It's been 7 months since we stopped being bestest friends and he still depresses me. Because of him I cried every night. Because of him I felt unapreciated. Because of him I wanted to kill myself. While all this is running through my head, I happened to glance at the birthday present he made for me. It says "Always Remember That You Are Loved." What a load of shit that is...