And so I’m going to let it go,
I’m going to let go of the hurtful words, and the unkind stares, all of the unnecessary cruelty. Because I realize, it is no longer worth it. I do not need to dwell on the pain of my past, the pain you caused, because now I’m working on my future. One never forgets, and I rarely forgive. And I don’t plan on changing that now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t let it go. Because I can wait and wait for you to apologize for your wrong-doings, but in your mind, the rumors, the hatred, the lies, they are all justified. What justifies them? Well, I’m not really sure. But somehow, for you, they are. So more power to you, I guess.
And not that it matters to you, not that you care. But I’m so much better now, I am no longer the “Fucked-up bitch” you knew, and I am no longer your “ex-best friend” I am Sarah, that girl you bullied, that girl who tried to beat the shit out of you. I am Sarah, that girl you once knew, the girl you once loved, and once hated. I am Sarah, and I am finally happy, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. And as weird as this sounds, I thank you for the pain you caused. I thank you for telling me to kill myself. Because it taught me to be hesitant to trust, hesitant to care. It taught me that people aren’t always nice, and it taught me how to hold my head up, despite the glares and angry mutters that I faced when I walked in the room. I learned how to keep it together, and I learned when it is the right time to cry. So thank you for the tears, the pain, the suffering. Because it made me so much stronger.
