I find it annoying that you still manage to ruin my life months after you have left. I’m going to have to switch brands now, the smell of this shower gel somehow reminds me of you and the last summer we spend together. I can’t even listen to my favourite albums without having flashbacks of the time when my lust for you blinded all common sense and I ended up wasting two years of my life on you. I don’t hate you, I just don’t want to think about you. I just want to erase all memories I have of you, like in one of my favourite movies that I can’t seem to watch without thinking about you. Fuck you. I wish you spend the rest of your pursuing happiness and never be able to find it.