I’m getting better, things are lightening up. You still come to mind here and there, and my feelings aren’t as strong anymore. There are things that still get to me. But I do get passed them quicker now. I just can’t wait for the day when I don’t feel a single thing whenever I pass you in the halls.
You’re not worth it anymore. I’m learning how to love and appreciate myself more, no thanks to you. I think I like being alone.