Do I? Sure

Do I miss you? Sure, sometimes though. How can I not think about you? Especially the good times. Ah the good times. Thinking about happier times with you brings warm fuzzy feelings.

But then I think about the not so good times. Instead of getting mad, I get disappointed on how things unfolded. Things got so ugly. Stuff happened that I didn't even imagine possible. But I'm glad things unfolded the way it did. My life is currently better without you in it, but I wonder if life could be " nicer " if you we more than non-existent in my everyday life. Perhaps. Sigh, perhaps.

Do I wish you well? Sure. That's the ideal thing to wish upon you. I want you happy and onto the road of bettering yourself. I truly mean it. I'm on that road myself.
I wish you good health. I wish you the happiness you deserve. Like I said, I wish you well. I don't wish bad things upon you.

However, does the evil plastic bitch in me smile with absolute utter delight when things aren't going well for you? Hell fuckin yeah. Everytime you fall from grace, it's a victory for all the times you shoved bullshit in my face. Every unfortunate thing that happens to you is pay back for every ounce of pain you caused me. Every struggle and challenge that faces you is justified bullshit. I wonder if you suffered for every selfish bullshit move you have ever made? Hmm. (this is me on the angry tip).

Lesson of the day? Queen takes all. Do not fuck with me because the universe has a devine way of making things right.

-- Post From My iPhone