It’s funny how I’m over you and I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not even you I think about. I just think about why the hell you left.
I thought I was so fucking good to you for three fucking years and you just up and left in one day, not one fucking word. Not even the fucking decency to tell me that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. Just started ignoring me for your new found boyfriend that I’m sure came into the picture right after we broke up, right?
I just want to be able to go on with my life without constantly wondering what’s wrong with me. All I can say is that I hope it was you and not me.
