My life is not the happiest life. But I’m okay with that. I am okay with the fact that my life is boring and uninteresting. As long as I never have to see her again.

When I was little I didn’t despise her as much as I do know. We were even friends. There were people who didn’t like her but I ignored them. She was stronger back then. And she was able to ignore them just like me. They were bullies ...