I ripped up your letters last night. i lied when i said i didn't have them. i gave brandy the rest of 'our" stuff, and told her to get rid of it. does that make me weak that i can't do it myself? i ripped up all the pictures as well, because it made me feel better. bran said i should burn them but i didn't have to. i let the rest of you go last night, and it feels so good. i am free of you now. i may check up from time to time, but when you are mean to me, it won't hurt anymore. i see the person you are now and i am glad we are not together. leaving you has made me a better person, and for that i can be grateful, because i know that even though you use to bring out the b$&ch in me, you are partly responsible for making it dissapear as well. so there it is, the last thing i will ever write about you.
