Hey, but here’s the difference between me and you.
You’ll never change, and I’ll stay the same. The thing is I’ll be okay, and I know I will be.
You’ll never be happy, but I know I will be.
You’ll never be able to get over your past, and I’m already picking up the pieces. I learned to pick myself up.
You’ll always see the worst in people.
You aren’t capable of loving anything - let alone yourself.
You think you’re better than me, but hey, I’m not worried about it anymore.
Something keeps telling me you’ll be back. Something keeps telling me you’ll be right back where you always are…here - calling, looking for me. And maybe, finally, you’ll finally face what you don’t want - that I’ve moved on and forgotten about you. There’s nothing worse than someone who doesn’t want to be a part of your life but doesn’t want you to forget them, to stop loving them, to stop caring, but I guess it happens.
You did it to yourself.
I’ll be okay. I am okay. I’m figuring myself out.
You’ll always be you, and I’ll always be me.
I can’t change the events that have brought us here, and even though you have done much of the damage on your own, I can’t say I honestly care to hurt. I have so much going on, and you couldn’t care in the least to stay. I’m only 19, and I have the rest of my life. I’m young, and I’m not wasting my youth on you.
Better things are coming. I swear there’s truth in that.
