I’m done with you.
You have hurt me in ways that you can never imagine.
You made me suffer to a point where I questioned my own existence. I hated myself all thanks to you.
Getting away from you was one of the hardest things for me at the time. It turns out, however, that it’s best choice I ever made.
It’s crazy, though. I’m much further away from you, and I can see that you’re still trying to get under my skin. But here’s a fair warning: it’s not going to happen. You can’t hurt me without me letting you into my life, and giving you my permission.
I’m done. I’m done with you hurting me. I’m done with your hateful words, and how you put me down. I’m done with us.
And I’ve never felt more free.