“And that girl, cut her off.”
I cannot believe it has taken this long to finally fucking realize I should move on. That I might get better without her. Not that I neccessarily had to “be with her,” more like she shouldn’t be in my life for my own mental health. I have wasted the last five fucking years of my life. I don’t regret meeting her. I regret falling in love.
Lets see how long I last.