Don’t pretend you care about me. Don’t dare say you miss me. As for loving me, you don’t destroy the people you love.
Nothing will ever rid me of the memory of sitting in my gown, with my head in my hands and tears running down my face, while all of my friends danced with their fathers on the night of their graduation. Nothing.
Try and sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Light up a cigarette. Lay down a line. Pretend that nobody else suffered at your hands.