I do not mean that literally, of course, but I am so over him. Due to his cowardice, I spent months confused and hurt, then I spent months just fucking hating him. Now I don’t even care enough to send a nasty card to acknowledge the anniversary of his birth. A day he truly hates. I sometimes wish I could hold on to my spite and anger for lengthy months of torment, but he is not even worth the time I spent writing this.