You seem to have decided that I'm your play thing. That you can come in and swat me around, give me grief for trusting my wonderful boyfriend and trusting him. You honestly think I give a fuck what you want or how you feel? You know what.
We had a good run, but it's over now. And I'm glad it is. I hope every night you go to bed and think of me, I hope you feel the same sense of loss and regret I felt when I was with you. I found the most amazing man in the world and he loves me. I hope that the poor girl who finds herself unfortunate enough to end up in your arms, runs. I hope she knows what is best for herself. I hope she does to you, what you did to me.
Now that I have that out. Good night internet.
