“I hate you, stupid girl.
How could you be so inconsiderate?
Why do you think you can violate anyone’s privacy with no consequences?
“No one will ever know, I’ll never tell a soul.”
Is that what you thought?
Did you think you’d get away with it?
Sure, not a soul knows, but you aren’t getting off easy.
You’ll still leave with some pain.
So every time you sit down, it will be like a thousand knives are going in your back.
Every time you see a piece of paper, like the one you shouldn’t have read, you’ll burst into tears.
And every time someone says that small, three-lettered word, you’ll die a little inside.
But that’s what you get.
I’m so disappointed with you.
I’m ignoring you.”
I haven’t talked to myself for a week.