B,

Sometimes I feel down about the end of our relationship. Sometimes I feel sad when I see you happy and cocky. But then I remember the darker side of your life, and I can’t help but feel relieved that I am me. I can’t help but feel relieved that I am no longer remotely any part of that. I know that I am happier–truly happier–than you, and without you.

I’m not the one who goes to family therapy

I’m not the one with a little sister who gets in trouble, does hard drugs, sleeps around

I’m not the one with the alcoholic parents

I’m not the one who picks fights to prove myself

I’m not the one with “motivation issues”

I’m not the one with only two friends, who call you “tiresome”

I’m not the one desperate for attention

I’m not the one who takes acid and smokes cigarettes and dabs and drinks every weekend just to “feel something”

I’m not the one who has logged 600 hours on Skyrim in one year

I’m the one who can be happy with who I am.

I’m sorry you can’t do that, I really am.

So every little snide remark you make, or show of extravagant glee, and every girl you bang to prove I meant nothing to you…

I’ll forgive you.

Because I know you need that outer shell.

And I’m so sorry that you do.

But I’m glad that I am no longer that shell for you.

I’m free.

Finally.