The worst part is I don't even know you, we were young, we've changed so much. I didn't really knew you then, so I don't know a thing of who you are now. You somehow saw me grow through my socials, not me, I haven't a clue of what you do now. Sometimes I think maybe you became all I hate in people. How does it even make sense to spend my days thinking about someone I don't know, knowing that there's a lot of chances we would hate each other now ? Make it make sense