I agreed to myself. That hate is a strong word. I hate to believe looking back in time. I was once her friend. I hate to know that I don’t know why I even consider still being nice to her. I guess sometimes I just have to hate a person. I honestly don’t think letting that person know will hurt me. It’s not like she’s in my future now. Even if she did I careless. I careless that I have to see her and be a bitch. This world is cruel and full of evilness.