You know who you are. You know what you did. You left me high and dry when I needed the help the most. You've always been a superficial person, and in that moment you showed me who you are. Now you live with someone else - and you fuck up their kitchen with your shitty food too. Good luck, I'll never truly talk to you again. We may get drinks as apart of a group, but I won't be able to ever be honest or open with you. All I will ever be is angry about what happened that summer.
-- A