Because everything ends…

If nothing else, I can thank you for hurting me enough to give me something to write about.

They say success is the best revenge, though I reckon it can be a complement as well. As it’s the result of someone forcing you to grow and be better than you were, if you choose to react accordingly. I can be better, do better, act better, and live better than I was when we were us. I dont see another way or choice. So I suppose I should thank you for twisting the knife deep enough to make me want do whatever it takes to not be here/there again.

“Time heals all wounds.”
Time is a subjective & relative theory of consciousness that doesn’t really exist, some placebo to facilitate order from chaos. Wounds heal when they heal.

I wish you could see you’re nothing breathing.
I wish you could see you’re not living.
Stuck instead inside your head, trapped within four walls.
This merry-go-round has broken down and your heart is barely beating.

Tragic, manic, pathetic, and I find it hard to give sympathy when we know we both see what you’re doing consciously.

I feel for you deeply, but I cannot be had like a fool any longer when it was all an act, an elaborate facade that never anchored in reality. Done.