i knew back then you'd never fly.

no one reads this, but i hope you do.

my life is good, and you're so wretched. it's been almost six months since i vomited my heart out. i don't even know who i was at that point. in my very first entry i wrote "i hope i look back at this in a couple months and feel the opposite." and i do. even with my bad days i feel fucking free. your childish ways don't phase me anymore, and they haven't for quite sometime. i look back at the last three years of my life and wonder how i did it; how i managed to look past your bullshit excuses, your lack of drive and your half assed out look on life. we all knew that all of you were going no where fast. your deadbeat friends, your dead end jobs (or lack there of). i used to think i had a lot to say to you, but now it's just good riddence motherfucker. i tried to help you, tried to be the best thing in your life, the best you had going for you and you managed to fuck that up too. i'm over it. i was flawed with you. this is me, and the real you has finally come out, and you're everything i should have expected you to be. the next girl you wrap up in your web will be just as pathetic and vulnerable as i was when i was sixteen because those are the kind of people who don't see through you. everyone else does. you're not sixteen anymore, and i would say stop acting as if you were, but frankly i don't give a shit because you're nothing to me now. let someone else pick up your pieces because god knows you will never be able to do it yourself.