I hope she reminds you of me.
I hope karma comes and bites you where it hurts.
I hope you keep your mouth shut whenever she disappoints you.
Words stick, they’re hard to get rid of.
I’ve been walking around with them replaying in my head for years, reminding me of everything I lack.
You sicken me.
Probably always will.
So no, I don’t forgive you.
Maybe because I can’t ever seem to forget.