At the end of this year, you all will wish that Senior year was longer. It happens every year, I’ve watched it. So stop complaining about all of the “senior year” tweets, we’re just all excited and trying to start it off positive; make it worthwhile.
If you were my friend, and you slowly became someone else—always angry, rude, all over the place, etc. I will hold on to those changed moments forever. No matter how hard you try and become my friend again, I will never forget every single, hurtful, rude word you said. Not just to me, but to others. No matter how stressed out you were, I was your friend. I should have been the one person you were nice to, but I wasn’t even that.