July 14, 2012
I used to love you with my whole being. I would do anything for you. You were my drug that I couldn’t quit, hovering so close to, but just out of, my grasp.
Now this new and terrible pain (pain you couldn’t possibly imagine) has cleared my stupor. I see you for the selfish person you are.
I have far more important things to do with my life than chase you.
I’m finally quitting you, you tantalizing drug, because I’m worth it, and you’re not.