365 days.

It's been a year and some change.

I can't remember the exact date anymore, and that's good.

I thought I was past it all. I thought I was past you.

But the more time passes, the more things I find that I swept under the rug.

At the time, it was so that your perfect image is my eyes would remain untarnished.

Like the time you pressured me to drink, knowing I was supressing an addiction.

The times you made me feel like it was a gift to have you.

The times you made me feel like stripping myself of who I am was all for growing.

The times I tried to stop an argument for happening, like I promised, but you kept pushing.

When you called me a "jackass" for wanting to calm down before we continued a conversation.

I didn't insult or raise my voice at you in that argument.

All I said was "I'm upset, I don't want to talk about it right now. We'll talk when I'm calm so this doesn't become an argument." I remember those words leaving my mouth as clear as day.

I remember because your response was "I'M TRYING TO TALK ABOUT IT, WHY ARE YOU BEING A FUCKIN JACKASS ABOUT IT?"

So I got up. Out of bed.

The first time I stood up for myself. I grabbed my pillow.
Didn't say a word to you.

Grabbed a blanket, and lied down on the couch.

I didn't want to be near you.

You came in 20 minutes later.

"Fuck you. You're being such a child."

I still didn't insult you.

I just asked to be left alone.

Does this excuse the times I actually did yell and insult you? No, of course not. I'm not trying to hide that. And if anyone asks, I actively tell them I wasn't great either.

I'm only showing what I refused to believe before.
Not that you did it more, or that you did it worse, that's irrelevant.

But you did it.
And you did so much more than just that.

You once told me, that you had a habit of fixing people and then being forgotten by them.

I wish that were true. I wish both of those statements were true.

Because you sure as shit didn't fix me.
You broke me.
You ruined me.
And you unfriended me, because I assume you don't want to live with the thought that you damaged someone so badly that they're still reeling a year later.

I wish I could forget you. I wish I could just be better and forget that someone I loved with everything I had hurt me so severely.

But sadly, you'll always be a big part of my life.
I just wish it was as "My first love" and not "The girl who ruined me."

I wish my memories with you could've just been the good ones.
Hell, I wish I still remembered the good ones.

But, it's better like this.
It's better that I remember what you've done.
I'm so far removed that I can see it.
I can see what you did.

And I fucking hate you for it all.

I hope you succeed in whatever it is you finally decide you want to do with yourself

But succeed far the fuck away from me.