I honestly thought I was pmsed off my mind or going through some serious problems earlier. I was going through some old screenshots that I had saved of a conversation with a long lost group of friends… And I completely burst into tears. I had crushed it, that group. I ruined all their trust and belief in me. I turned them against each other. I broke that family. And not once during this did I think about what was going to happen, and how much was really going to change.
I kept reminding myself of just how much they had hurt me, just how much I had hated them and all the things they made me become. I kept reminding myself of all the horrible feelings they had made me feel.
But it didn’t matter.
I missed them… all the same.