I can hate you like no one else could.

I really hate it when certain memories come kicking back in.

Especially the ones I always refused to remember.

I know times like this will come around every once in awhile, but you know,

there's really no point.

Because its never gonna change anything.

For you (who shall not be named), I'm fine with you coming back just to check whether I've changed or still like I used to be, a hard headed pathetic young lady. But just so you know, coming back here now means it is you who can't stand not knowing anything about me at all.

So yes, my pleasure.