We couldve been friends for 11 years now

But we stopped at 9. I dont know how you are, where you are, or kung nagbago ka na. And i wouldnt care. I would cry if you died. I would go to your wake and listen to other peoples lived stories with you.

Ok you cross my mind more than id want. Its not that i miss you. I miss the routine. I miss having someone i can reach out to if i need advice. But looking back at it now, you cant give advice for shit. All you do is rant about boys and how you dont post for their attention pero ansaya mo kapag nagkkwento about how they thirst for you.

Youre a hypocrite. Youre an open book and you make it seem like you have more depth than you really have, but you dont. I hate that i let you change my mind about what you really are; youre a broken person looking for love in the wrong places.

I liked you. I liked spending time with you then. I think about what went wrong with our friendship and i look to blame you but i cant. I know it started with me and how i couldnt defend your image.

But i hate you. I hate how you made fun of something you know would be upsetting. I hate how you reacted. I hate how you pressed on. I hate you. Im glad youre not my friend anymore.