I’m doing fine without you. Everyone said it and everyone was so sure and everyone was right because I can go whole hours and days without thinking of you. I never thought I would be able to do that. I’m doing fine without you, and I hope you’re fine, too. I’d say sorry but neither of us are. I’d say I miss you but I don’t. You’d say you hate me but you probably don’t care enough anymore. Hate is exhausting, I know. I’m doing fine without you. It’ll be a year in July since I found someone better. And it’ll be two in August since we ruined everything. Bout five since I didn’t know who you were, so about five since I was happiest. But I’m happy again. I’m doing fine without you.