Apart from those few fleeting moments in middle school of what could be considered "kindness," you've been nothing but a completely cold jackass to me.
First of all, the one class we had together in sophomore year was a hellhole because of you. Now, you acknowledge me in much the same way you would acknowledge still air. It's like I'm dead to you.
Not that I'm complaining, because guess what? I don't care, for you've long been dead in my eyes.
Sincerely,
A Certain Other No One
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