I’m better off. Thats what i keep telling myself. And it’s true, because i really am. If i wasn’t better off, why am i so happy? You always called me beautiful, i never believed you. But now? Now i finally believe it, not i feel it. It’s too bad that it took me breaking up with you for it to finally sink in. I deserve better. Someone who isn’t a mean drunk, who says terrible things then doesn’t remember them in the morning, getting mad when i seem distant. I deserve someone who loves me for being me, not trying to change me. I deserve someone who doesn’t hold me back, who lets me be with my friends without making me feel guilty. I deserve someone better than you. and now, i’ve had three guys that are so much better than you which for some reason i thought was impossible but hey, i’ve found them all with in three weeks. so, wish me luck, because i’m having a blast living my life without you. :] oh and by the way, trying to make me jealous just isn’t going to happen, i really don’t give a damn.