If you still somehow check this account from an outer source (even though I blocked you), I just want to say in response to you wanting us to be friends, that I said that when I was losing you forever. The typical “I’ll find you one day” the silly 16 year old jargon of a broken heart. You knew it would never happen. You told me yourself. I just got you to play pretend because I couldn’t handle a goodbye but you knew we’d never meet again. But no, we can’t be friends. Your time in my life has come and gone and I moved on a long time ago. I honestly never thought of you until you popped back up and you haven’t left my head properly since. Not in a good way, or a reminiscing way. But an annoying way. Like the past dug up that I’d forgotten. I was angry. I was mean in my replies because of it. I hated you if I’m honest. I’m done being angry now, but that doesn’t mean you can come back. It’s been 5 years at least. You used to beg me to let you go, I eventually longed for you to do the same. But now I don’t care. I don’t care if you mentally hold onto me for as long as you live, but just keep it with you. Away from me. I say this kindly.