Over It.

Completely and utterly done.
Onto something new.
Different.
Exciting.
Something, someone that reciprocates how I feel.
I truly wish you weren't lying when you said you wanted that for me.

I miss those nights when I could just sit and write for hours about anything but you. I'm starting to find that again. I missed that feeling. Writing for me; no one else.

It's liberating, being free of it all. I never knew it was as simple as just..letting go. And now that I have, I never want to grab back on. You don't want me? I don't, nor will I ever need you. And it feels damn good.

"Here's a letter for you.
But the words get confused,
and the conversation dies.
Apologize for the past,
talk some shit, take it back.
Are we cursed to this life?

Fuck, I can't let this kill me, let go.
I need some more time to fix this problem."
-Blink 182.