I am not sure I still want to get to know you. I’m not sure if I still to want to befriend you. So many opportunies have slipped. So many times you have made me feel like trash. You have come to shatter this idea of you that I have created through the years in just a span of a year and a half that I got to be near you. You used to be an inspiration and a lot of other things. You used to be…I am overthinking again. I claim that I am not anymore interested but here I am…writing about you. Again.