I really should let it go like you’ve let me go. But, my mind and soul are curious. Or perhaps they’re stupid, really. They need to accept reality and move on. Move on like you did to your imaginary life. An imaginary life that harms everyone around you…most of all yourself.
Live your little life, with almost everyone sick of your shit and you flitting through without a care in the world. Nothing is wrong, you’re always right. Always, even when you’re so wrong, your world threatens to come crashing down around you. It never does though, because there’s always some imbecile around you to prop it back up.
If you ever had to face the consequences of your actions, I might die from the shock. But, for now, you don’t…ever. Forever and ever ruining little lives with your selfishness.
I miss you, but you don’t care. You never do.