You really fucked me up. I used to let that get me down but I’m not lost without you anymore. I’m genuinely happy now and you can go fuck yourself. All the lies, all the toxicity, years of your bullshit that I can’t undo. But even after all that, I’m stronger. I don’t know how I fell for your shit but I’m glad I didn’t stay around you. If I spoke to you again, ask me a while ago and I probably would’ve cursed you out. But now I’ve come to terms with what happened. We aren’t meant to be in each other’s lives thats for damn sure. But one thing I did learn after all this: appreciate the good things you have. I usually write about how I’m really struggling here but I feel good. I’m getting a better relationship with my parents. I’m making more of an effort to talk to people. I’m seeing my girlfriend in person in three days. I’m genuinely doing good. If you could see me now you wouldn’t even recognize me. I’m not weak and just some puppet you can play with. I’m not someone you can just say awful things about and get away with it. I know how to stand my own ground. I think I’m starting to finally love myself now.