Scooter asked about you today and I said that I hated you. I said that you meant nothing to me. I said you deserved to feel all the pain I was feeling. The pit of hurt in your stomach at all times. I said you deserved this. Not me. I told him not to ask me about you ever again because I am done talking about you. I'm done thinking about you. But I couldn't stop thinking about you today. I wondered how your new boyfriend was doing. Did you treat you better than I did? Do you love him more than you ever loved me?
Is he everything you ever wanted and more? I asked Scooter never to bring your name up again. He said ok. He didn't ask. He just said okay. I told him I didn't want to talk about you.
Fuck man. I wish he wouldn't asked about you. I wanted to talk about you. I wanted to let this anger out. I wanted to lash out at someone. I wanted to make someone feel how I felt. I wanted to hurt someone.
I do not miss you.
I don't miss you.
Finally.
- it might take more than 21 days
