Forget

Maybe someday she’d come back. Maybe someday, she’d care. Maybe one day, you’d get over that bitch. She tore up your heart, smashed it into a million pieces, jackhammered through it, whatever cliché means you now feel like shit. There’s no reason for what she did to you. You have to get past it. She’s not worth any of your tears, any of your love, or any of your sympathy. She’s gone, get over it.

There’s thousands of single fish in that large sea. They’d all love to come and be your fish mate. They’d love to swim with you around the pacific ocean, travel the seven seas and oceans with you. That bitch would never do anything with you, for you. Forget her. She’s far, far, far away, no where you can find her. Don’t even try. You’ll just be more hurt than you are now. Lie on your bed, listen to your crappy teen emo music, and cry you eyeliner out.

Life’s about risks, and what better risk than jumping into that metaphorical sea? Dive right in and make a splash. She’s not waiting for you. Not at all.