We were 13. We were good friends. Until I found out you guys scribbled offensive messages about and against me on the board. I didn't feel much then. Just perhaps sad and angry that I lost a few close friends (you guys).
I don't remember what happened next, just that I stopped talking to you and you stopped talking to me. I moved to another school to achieve my dream for a career in STEM. I thought I moved on. I thought I forgot. Maybe I did, because I did not have to see you guys.
A few years later, it's the renaissance of social networking. I see you and you see me living our own lives. I've heard one of you lost her father from my brother. But I could not feel sorry for you. I could not bring myself to go and comfort you for your loss. I simply did not want to see you.
You added me on FB. You know I remember you. But do you know HOW I remember you?
Sure we were young, we were dumb. We did and said a lot of things. But I don't feel like seeing or talking to you again.
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