We are now a few days into 2018.
Promises you made to me last year have fallen through the sunken cracks within your broken soul.
You promised to be my friend through the roughest times in my life,
but where were you when I needed you?
Nowhere to be found.
I can't say I am surprised.
I knew deep down you wouldn't be able to keep your word.
I don't want to be your friend anyway, because you'd be a horrible one.
The wonderful thing about moving on is, I have had multiple things happen in my life thus far, and your face didn't even cross my mind.
I don't care about you anymore.
I don't wonder how you're doing.
I don't give a shit how your Christmas was.
I've forgotten your likes and dislikes, what makes you tick.
You're not even attractive to me anymore.
I've let you crumble to ash.
I hope I cross your mind often.
I hope when you meet your next girl, and she's just being a total bitch to you and doesn't want to blow you-you think of me.
Think about how fucking great I was.
Think about how I made you laugh
How patient I was,
How caring I was-
Then think about how you let me go and how much fucking happier I am since you said goodbye.
You're a piece of shit.