For The Sake of Saving Myself

Every day I think of something else I might want to say to you. I think about everything that happened. I think of every lie you told. And fact is, it's every reason I will never speak to you again.

I find it kind of sad that you have to come at me all pissed off, calling me a cunt or whatever else you think might hurt my feelings. Honestly, are we still in high school? You do realized I dont actually give a fuck what you call me, right?

And the threats... the threats are just as entertaining. Because we both know they don't mean a damn thing to me.

I'm not sure what has made you act as pathetic as you have been lately but i DO know that i am ridiculously excited to have been the one to let go of all of this bullshit. And, while I'm sure I won't be thinking about you for much longer, I get the feeling that that won't hold true for you.

Do you know why I'm not bitter, you sad little man? Do you realize what kind of a person you tried to bring down to your level? Have you even asked yourself a SINGLE question since I left you behind? Unfortunately, I already know the answers. I already know that you are too terrified to escape from your own misery. You're so afraid of what life might be like that you hide from yourself. You hide from the person you've become.

And all the girls you need to make you feel like a man. How hollow that must be. How lonely you must really be inside of there. Yet, too dumb and too stubborn to realize any of it.

Please, don't be insulted that I'm finally happy again. Don't try to bring me back down into your sad little pit of teen angst and despair. You're supposed to be a 25 year old man. Not a boy that cries for help every time I make you face who you've become