Over It.

That's how I feel about this.
I'm over it.
It's almost a relief to feel this way.
As sad as it is, I think it's better off this way.
Poisonous is what it could have been described as.
Have a wondrous life.
Do some growing up while you're at it.
I don't care for your lies anymore.
The fake smiles, the fake hugs.
Your fake attitude.
I hope that when you do find yourself, that it's not too late.
You better appreciate who you have.
And you should show them how much you appreciate them.
Or else they'll do the same and leave you.
No wonder why so many people come in and out of your life.
It's not them. It's you.
You're the reason why they leave.
Not everyone who comes into your life is an asshole.
You're an adult now.
Grow up.
You can't expect to not do anything and be rewarded for it.
I hope you catch yourself before you hurt yourself.
I don't hate you.
But I don't like you, either.
We're better off this way.