waste of space

It pains me to think I wasted a lot for you, my time, trust, tears, hope and love. I even wasted my hate for you, and all those other feelings.

I wanted to lift myself up and say “you’re a lesson I had to learn” but to tell you the truth, I rather not; I rather be ignorant about you than knowing you do exists in this world.

Call it bitterness or whatever but that’s the truth now, you’re a waste of memory space and how I’m glad I can just forget about you and be indifferent about it. like oh God finally I’m free.