02-19-2014 10:14pmMature

I currently sitting on the floor in my bathroom. 

Contemplating a lot of things that have happened in the last two weeks. 

And today. 

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'm happy. 

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. 

The End

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