simple, but not simpleminded.

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I don’t know how I should feel about this.

I’m happy I don’t have to worry about you anymore. I’m through with your suicide threats, and your depression, and always having to make sure you’re happy. You have someone else for that. And that, my friend, is relieving.

But, on the other hand. I’m going to miss that constant laughter and goofiness we had around eachother. And having someone that will always listen. 

All in all, it’s for the best. I’ve been needing you to move on, so you could finally let go of me. As long as you’re happy, I don’t have to worry.