Good Riddance.

You gave me a reason to believe, I was rooting for you and holding on, then you destroyed every hope and faith I had and all that's left are tattered dreams.

Your betrayal made it easy for the move on, though shattered all over, I still held my head up high, because I know I deserved so much more.

Karma hits home, so this is what it feels like. I accept my fate with more faith than I've ever mustered before. 

I pushed everyone else who cares. Everything was already over and ruined. So why does it matter anymore? I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say. Talk all you want. I'm all ears. NOT. 

Making bad decisions do not conclude you as a bad person, although sometimes you do not know the reasons you make them. But it is downright selfish to influence someone else to stray to your path and make the same bad decision when you were well aware of the risks involved. The uncertainty. 

I don't want to be hopeful anymore because it hurts, maybe I want to prove to myself that I stopped caring about anything. But that's a lie. We all need something to care about. 

But that can wait until I've sorted my feelings out. For now I really have next to nothing I truly care about. 

I don't understand how some people can be so self-righteous, it's insane. You were a bad news, I should have figured it out sooner, way back then. I don't know what the future has in store for me but I hope for anything that is better than you.