In 6 months
In 6 months you wont recognize me.
Ill be happier, healthier and better looking.
Ill be in a better head space than I ever was with you. Ill have friends texting me to hangout, girls texting me to come over and sales blowing me up at work.
I daydream about the day you call me. When im up. When I have forgotten about you. I know you will. Youll come crawling back when he figures out who you really are.
Youll ask me what I've been doing. Thriving. Without you.
Ill ask what you've been doing. The same bars, the same shitty apartment, the same abusive men that come and go in your life, the same family drama and the same "poor me attitude".
Ill end the conversation by wishing you well, knowing id never want to share the same bed as you ever again. Because in 6 months you wont recognize me. But ill know all about you.
Goodbye. Enjoy watching the best thing that ever happen to you walk out of your life.