Everyone makes mistakes. We all do. But we all should forgive and forget and if someone says that it's all in the past, it is. I don't have much to say now. Honestly, I'm numb. I don't know when I stopped caring. I probably started caring less the first time you hurt me. You did it over and over again. And each time was like a scar, a crack beneath the perfect facade. And one day, I just realised I had enough. And then I stopped caring altogether. Because I knew that I didn't deserve this.

A new year, a new beginning, a new chance to start anew. Without you.