I said people could stay friends after a breakup because I felt it in my heart that it was true. I thought I knew the other sides’ sentiments, but maybe what I thought I knew wasn’t true. When the “Dear” becomes just a “Hi” you’re left wondering why. I thought you couldn’t be hated for no reason. I thought being yourself was the ultimate admission that you love your character and, thus, others would do the same — because rumor has it, no one likes the fake. I thought people could only change for the better and seeing karma bite their asses would be the best feeling ever. Every year…