Carry on, my wayward cunt.

I thought my esteem would diminish and I'd hate the idea of you being in someone else's arms, but in all honesty, you've been the easiest to lose. You are the first. The first boy to break up with me JUST to date someone new a few days later. You are the first ex that I will never be friends with or communicate with. You are the first person to successfully manipulate me. You are the first person in my life that I wish neither good or bad. I simply only wish for you to be the first thing I truly forget.