You choose the sweetest words to get into my heart, but the most poisonous actions to try to break it.
I’m not going to forgive you. I lost years of my life on you. I lost my health, I lost my mind, I went crazy, everything because of you.
I don’t hate you, I know I have reasons to, but I don’t.
I have been through hell because of you. But darling, I was wounded, but you didn’t break me.
You don’t own that kind of power.
And please, don’t ever, ever feel sorry for me. You did what you did, but I’m still alive. I loved you, but you became nothing.
I didn’t lose so much, I only lost you. I lost one big liar.
You lost more. You lost a girl who loved you more than herself. You lost the girl who was ready to give you everything.
Feel sorry for yourself. I’m sure you will never find a girl who is ready to deal with all your drama.
Some people told me to revenge, to hurt you, but I don’t want to. I can, but I don’t want to.
You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve anything.
I wish you a long life, to see that I’m happy without you.
Because, I know, not giving a shit is better than revenge.