.

There was this guy, I started chat with, anonymously. He went to my school and had shared a link on facebook to a chat site where he had started an account so you could chat with him anonymously. I was bored, so I thought why not? We chatted for hours, then he wanted to know who I was.
He promised that he would come speak to me at school if I told him. I didn't want to tell him at first, but at last I told him. Next day in school, nothing. So I went home and saw that he was online on the chat site, so I started chat with him again but I didn't tell him it was me. Like the previous day we chatted for hours. He didn't have a clue that it was me again. He really wanted to know who I was, it was kind of ironic. Next day same thing. The day after that a friday, I chatted with him again. I told him who I was and he promised me that on monday he would come talk to me. On saturday and sunday I chatted with him via facebook. He never came talk to me, he never started chat with me. I was always the one who started chatting with him so I was afraid that he just pretended to like to chat with me, so I stopped chatting with him. If he wanted to chat with me he had to start the conversation. He never did. He never even looked at me in school. We chatted for six days in a row, for hours. Still I meant nothing to him. I hate him for that, even if I still miss to chat with him. I hate him so much for pretending, for making  me hope. I'm hurted even if this happned weeks ago. Sometimes I want to talk to him, but that would be a really stupid thing to do. I mean I don't need him.