It’s funny how one could just cease to care.
I remember I used to care so much for your opinion and well being, and I used to put lots of effort to keep you happy. And now, apparently, I couldn’t even give a shit anymore.
Now I can see your shits for what they worth and realised that, well, Asha was right. I was a saint for putting up with you, what’s with your ridiculous drama and blatant ignorance.
And it was hard, moving on was hard, because that’s just the way it have to be with every unhealthy relationship – and let’s be honest, our friendship or whatever the fuck we called it, was unhealthy. On so many levels. But it gets easier as I take more steps forward.
Because your importance cease with every steps I take.
Until you don’t mean anything anymore.
À la mort,
And, I suppose, as I get older, it is easier to stop spending time with those who doesn’t worth it.