It still hurts. It really really does still hurt. And I do my best, I really do, to keep moving forward and going on with my life because what else can I do?

But I still don't understand. And I will never understand. What is it, really what is it, that makes you want to fuck me up so much? What did I ever do to you to make you despise me so much? And make you want to spread my life all over to the people you know who are pathetic enough to try and bring me down?

Are you bored? Are you that bored with your own life that you still have some interest in mine?

I'm not sure if people believe me when I say this, but I honestly do not care about his life anymore. Or the lives of anyone he associates himself with. None of them are apart of my life and I would honestly love to keep it that way forever. In the past, I've always kind of harbored this secret wish that hed come back around and we'd be able to be actual friends. But that's gone. It's so completely gone that it makes me happy. Because without a shadow of a doubt, I am a happier person without him around.

And the only reason I'm sitting here, writing this, is because you're hurting me. I no longer care about your life, but I do care about mine. And despite how much I've been able to move forward, your words still hurt. They will always carry some weight with me, and right now, it hurts.