We had this lovely discussion in class today about how much cliques rule our lives, and how no one really talks to the people they used to be friends with. And after that class, I saw chase. and i thought, "i used to be your friend." I almost cried, it hurt so bad. All through lunch, i just sat there, with my headphones on, practically daring someone to try to figure out what was wrong, and just thought about what i've lost, who i've lost, to all this stupid clique bullshit.

I used to be your friend. Do you even remember what that was like?