So I (well, my friend) found the new twitter accounts of two people we fell out with about a year ago. Looking through their tweets, I can’t believe I ever worried about what such aggressive, ignorant, hypocritical chavs thought of me.
Despite the fact we’re pretty sure they’re stalking both our accounts, it’s actually brightened my day because it’s shown me how pointless and silly all that stressing back then was. I honestly don’t care if they’re reading everything I write out loud in a pub to all their mates and sticking pins in a voodoo doll of me. I hadn’t thought about them for months, they clearly can’t say the same about me, so I guess I should be flattered I still factor so much into their sad little lives.