I could.
I could just sit here and cry, thinking of all you made me think of, and all you made me feel.
But, I choose not to. Because I'm not like you.
Instead, I could just sit here and laugh, because I've conquered you, all of you. Every single piece of you that was buried in my soul.
I was your outlet for angst, and you were mine. But once you shut me out, I've done the same. I'm glad I could be of service, but I've got to move on. I can't keep dreaming of you like this forever.
You used me, hurt me and broke me. But now, I'm whole again.
And I could just sit here and look at my screen, knowing -at the other end of this network- you haven't got a clue.
And yea, that meant you went back on your word, bitch.
