After a while, I began to miss you. I think about how it used to be, but then I slowly remember what happened. I remember what a horrible friend you were to me, when I was nothing but there for you when you needed me. I remember how much shit you talked behind my back and how you felt like you were better than everyone else by making them feel like assholes. You’re no one to judge me. And losing you was honestly a blessing in disguise.