Deleting someone/something out of your life is too entirely hard.
You start with the simple things, removing them from social networks, buying new cell phones because looking back on pictures and texts just gets you down, and makes you realize why you didn’t see it coming. Or, “if it’s too good to be true, it is”
Then one night you are poking around your hard drive searching for pictures that proved you’ve lost weight to yourself, and stumbling upon a shit storm of documentation.
I don’t want to be that sad, pathetic girl. I’m not that girl.
I don’t want people to say, “Oh, he just stopped talking to you? After two years?”
They look at me like I’ve done something wrong.
I don’t have any answers, and I really don’t want any.
I guess it’s better now than later.
I just want it all gone, any recollection of the past two years, all gone. Burn it all.
I’m in the present now.