i guess it doesn’t matter how many times you promise yourself you’ll never feel that way again or how many times you try to detach yourself from your feeling, you always end up falling for those twisted words. always find yourself right back where you started from. whether it was love or something less, both have the power to crush every little bit of progress you have made. some say there’s nothing worse than a broken heart, but i disagree. whats worse is when you place your broken heart in the hands of another lover in order for them to mend it, then they take advantage of all the unfix able damage the eye can see and claw into it to make to leave their mark. having this done to you is something no amount of hostility or time can heal. 

time to be happy. time to be happy alone with my own thoughts. simple thoughts that dont keep me up at night. simple thoughts that have nothing to do with you. such a relief you’re gone.