Found a notebook with your name.
Your name was written with a date beside it.
Realising it was a year ago.
It has been a year since you left me.
And I am happy.
I am happy that whenever I see you, I don't care.
I am happy that whenever I see you, I can brag about the real reason why I'm happy.
I am happy that I learned from you.
Now, I am happy with him. Find your own happiness and stop flirting with me you asshole.
I ain't the same soft girl you can cling to and falls immediately.
Bitch, stop whatever you're doing because it is already slowly coming back at you.
Karma is a bitch, asshole 😉
