This is how I used to feel, Every. Mother. Fucking. Day after you cheated on me. Did I do something wrong? Did I not fuck you enough, was that it? Was every day not good enough for you or something? Or did you just finally grow tired of me, after a whole year? I loved you so much. I never expected you to sink so low and make me feel like this. But now, I feel okay. I realised this is all your fault and that I did nothing. I don’t need you. I have a new boyfriend. Finally, I can feel like I’m worth something, like I’m special, and like I’m finnaly-fucking-good-enough for someone. No more screaming. No more hitting. No more fighting. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
