I currently sitting on the floor in my bathroom.
Contemplating a lot of things that have happened in the last two weeks.
Today I kissed a man.
22 years old, with a beard and everything.
I got really sad.
I thought I was cheating on you for .5 seconds but I realized the damage was already done.
You broke my heart exactly two weeks ago and I don't need you anymore.
I still think about you.
But I don't need you.
I'm still deciding if I miss you.
But I will not go back.
I'm not the one who is going to crawl back.
I've found myself more in these last two weeks than I have in the last year.
I don't need to worry about what I'm doing.
I don't need to worry if I'll disappoint you.
You were a big part of my life and you ripped my heart into pieces.
As if you knew ahead of time that it was going to fall apart.
I loved you way too much.
I will not, repeat, will not depend on anyone else but myself.
I am who I am now.
I'm perfectly okay with me.
Whether it's alone or with others.
I'm no longer afraid to be me.
I am no longer scared to tell you to fuck off.
You hurt me.
I didn't deserve that.
But whatever, the past has passed and I am finally on the road to become happy.
I finally know who I am.