When I was around eleven, I met a boy my age in a summer camp. We sort of hated each other. We teased, we punched, we hit, we insulted, there was absolutely nothing to laugh over about it. I hoped never to meet him again.
A few years later, in some strange twist of fate, we meet each other again. I've grown out of my childish hatred, but it seems he didn't. As a teenager, even if he doesn't hit me, he insults me and makes me feel horrible. I don't want to fight. I just want us to be okay with each other. I've tried apologizing and everything, but he takes it as a cheesy trick. Help, anyone?
2007-09-07
21:07:21
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Nina
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