Rant Book

Forget

Last night I spent an hour blocking you from all of social media, I found the box with our pictures in it and I burnt each one. I took that cute little bottle cap with your favorite picture of us and I broke it in two, I ripped the shirts you gave me up, and tore the letter you gave me up. I don't need to breath off of you anymore. You're gone and you've been gone and I realize now that I'm better off. I'm happier now and I can smile without pondering if it was a smile I would show to you. I heard the song you would sing to me, I didn't think of you until it was over. I was proud. Though I still apologize like a dumb cunt and laugh at the wrong times, I'm better off. I no longer have to ask "is what I'm wearing okay?" Or any silly question I should be asking myself. I'm can be happy again, and its about time I make a change and think for me not a ghost of you.