I want to wake up tomorrow with no recollection of any of our interactions ever happening. I want to be detoxed from your drama and personality issues. I want to feel nothing when you post, and not think of your harem. I want to forget your bad opinions of me, and your tactics to put me down.
I need to focus on my hobbies, on my skills, on my income, on my job, on my personal and spiritual development, on my drawing, on reading, on my goals. I guess I finally realized it. We were seeing the same thing trough different lenses, but I thought you saw it through mine. You only have respect for me and write properly as long as I'm a 'special someone'. In the end you were textbook. It's still hard to believe you protect the memories with her, but not with me. I still can't believe you told her, or how easily you told her about stuff we talked about. I guess, for you, it's about lapsed time, and sillyness.
It's over. You were the last one.
