out with the old. in with the new. the memories will be old pictures and notes in a box that I will throw out. and that is all.. the more i talk about you the more special you think you are, the more i do this, the more important you think you are to me. my bedroom is filled with all these memories. the tears, the laughter. the late night calls, the secrets, the arguments. good thing i don't sleep there anymore.

you weren't good enough for me anyways.. consider this me giving you a chance to make yourself better. you don't need to thank me, dear.. you need the upgrade. come around when you think you might meet my standards.

it will be a good time for change!