Yeah, nothing about her has changed. Blue is still the same. Loud, spunky… bright. Brimming with so much life that it’s hard to look at her. But still I looked. I watched her get humiliated for years. I watched her get pushed around, get insulted, laughed at. For years, I was her bully. I’m not a fan of words or letters or anything. Never have been. But bully is the word I hate the most. I hate it so much that it might be a living, breathing person. A person I want to strangle and choke the life out of.
