I wish you would get over yourself and just message me back. I didn’t message you so I could win your heart over or whatever the fuck you must be thinking. I genuinely miss you as a friend. As somebody who I was able to trust immensely. I understand that I hurt you a lot, I do. It’s been over a year since we’ve even spoken and I just figured you’d be okay by now. I miss having you in my life and I attempted to put you back in it but I guess you aren’t having any of it. I found shit that you made me, all your notes, and things that I painted for you. Things that had our inside jokes all over them. Above all, I hope you are happy. I hope things with your parents have settled down. I hope your brother is healthy and taking care of his disease properly. I hope that you were able to find happiness within yourself and were able to love your body because it tore me up inside to see you struggling with an eating disorder. I’ll always care about you, I just wish we could’ve been friends.