It’s been on my mind since Jake told me about a night had with a friend. I used to be friends with this person but that’s another story. He told Jake my ex talked shit about me. I was obviously a little bothered by this. I haven’t talked shit about her to other people I don’t see often. Jake himself even said I don’t talk shit about her to them.
It’s just odd she’d go around saying whatever she said. Jake offered to tell me what was said but I refused. It doesn’t even matter what she said. It’s just sad. Get over it. You left me lol. I’m over it. Why even say anything? It’s been almost two years. I’ve moved on. Shit last week was a testament to that.
I appreciate where I’ve come from since you and more importantly before you. Since all of that I’ve built the version of myself I wanted. Someone also expressed to me they liked the old and new version of me. Last week I came through the clutch professionally and personally. I like myself, finally. Someone else likes me too now.
I am where I want to be. Why say anything about me anymore? What do you care? Why? It’s over. Leave me alone and keep my name out your mouth for good. I’ll continue keeping yours out of mine.
Disaesthetic 