Stick a fork in me

im done. Sorry, done caring, done texting you, done talking to you when it's not necessary. You obviously don't care about me. There are so many many many songs that I have applied to this particular situation, and I think the one that fits the best is You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift, other close runners up are Cold as You, and Forever and Always. I'm telling you Taylor Swift and I have some major brain wave syncage going on. Anyways, enough about my weird obsession with Taylor. This weekend was detrimental. I stopped. There's nothing there anymore. I looked at him today and felt nothing. It was like looking at a stranger. "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" That was me. But not anymore. I found closure. And I'm perfectly content with that. Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.