i've never once heard anyone talk about something that matters.

Dear you,
Basically, the situation here is: my life is not any fuller with you in it.. and I don't really miss you. Because I have learned to let go of people who clearly don't want me in their lives.. or people who could care less either way. I don't know why you were the way you were, I don't know if you ever think of me or not, but either way, if you change- I can see myself giving in... So this may not be the end, but I am not going to try to make this work any more.

Dear you,
The truth is, my life is not any less full with you OUT of it. I thought it would be weird, painful, letting you go.. But it really is not. Not at all. It is unusual I suppose, but the fact of the matter is- you're fake. You're a paper girl in a paper town working towards a paper future. And that just doesn't work with me. I don't like it when people care about paper things. So, I guess it was because you were so paper thin, so breakable once I saw who you really are, that's why I didn't have much trouble letting go. So.. its been a long time, and you haven't changed, and frankly- I've got better things to do.