Judge

I wanted us to be friends. And I thought that she wanted it too. I remember her nodding with glee when I expressed interest. I tried reaching out. But she always shot me down. Perhaps, she didn’t think much of me. I judged her for ignoring me, for being pretentious, for being judgmental about me.

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