I wonder if they hear the same songs and think of me. I wonder if they think about me at all. I think about them still, but I'm not sure if I was ever important enough to them. Even though they gave me a reason to wake up every morning and be willing to go to school because I could sneak off to the bathrooms and message them, or look forward to texting them at the end of the day. I think before everything went wrong, that was the happiest I've ever been in my life. You'll never see this I'm sure, but I hate you and I miss you, Two -X