I guess you're not as mature as I thought. Which, to be honest, wasn't an opinion you should be proud of in the first place. I guess giving friendship a try with you would be a lot like giving Abe Lincoln mouth to mouth and expecting a revival. But, contrary to what I thought I would feel - I don't care. Be bitter, angry.. holy fuck, hate me. I don't care anymore. I cared so much about what you thought for so long and now, being able to feel nothing when you're being the dick you so generally are .. feels pretty good. Like being reborn, I am free of you. Not like you ever chained me to you, I did it myself. I know that, I always knew that. But you never let me go when I needed you to the most. You didn't want me, but you kept me, and that hurt me for a long time.

I'm falling in love with somebody else. (Oh my god!)

I am growing up, slowly but surely..