It’s funny when I try to speak your name, it feels as though it belongs to a stranger. It makes me laugh. Not the happy kind of laugh. The kind of laugh with regrets and pity for one’s own self. The kind of laugh people do when they have no more to lose.
Ha. I just hope you still think of me every now and then. No, not miss me. Who am I kidding. You hated me. You have the right to, though.
I wish you’re happy now wherever you are and whoever you are with. I have no clue, you hid your timeline from me. I guess I deserved that.
Ha. I was really that of a bitch, ain’t I?