Senior year:

The year I found out how much you liked me...I had no idea.

Because I'm an airhead.

A low species of human.

A cruel person.

So I made you confused.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

Really really sorry.

The gift I made you was real though.

The heart and star...

I hope whatever you did with it made you stronger...so much stronger.

She loves you way more than I ever will.

She looks at you more than I ever did.

She'll be with you more than I ever will.

I just pray and hope that you don't think about me.

But when you do think about me you'll just be angry and hate me so much.

I deserve to be hated by you.

Because I'm an airhead.

A low species of human.

I am cruel.