grace. u were not what i expected in the beginning--u turned out to be one of my best friends. i imagined u would be mean and talk shit about me to other people, but u were different. then i found out what u supported. do u know how much that hurts me? the way u stabbed me in the back and are proud of it? the way u don't even know why i'm mad? the way ur so fucking blind? fuck you and fuck what you support.