(not directed to anyone on the forum)
I forgot about you for a few days, and it was accidental. There's no way I can blame myself for that as it just happened. In some ways I would've liked reaching out to you again, but it'd just bring too much foul stuff to the surface. And I think all my resentment is justified. You got the ultimate responsibility for it, even though I made mistakes along the way as well.
I'm torn between hoping you're dead/hopelessly miserable, and hoping you're doing okay. In general, all the good things I associate with you are blocked out by the bad though, so I prefer being indifferent. Because that's the only way I can really escape the toxic influence you got on me. I've turned you into fiction. You were never real. You're just something from unpleasant and bitter dreams.
I think I'd be able to forgive you if you ever decided to reach out while giving me the respect I'd require for making amends, but I don't think you'd understand the depth of my resentment or how it could even be justifiable. You'd be capable of setting things right (in theory), but you'd not realize how much effort you'd have to put into it. And your pride would so definitely get in the way.
Reaching out would probably not be worth it for you though. I understand. To be honest, I don't think I held much worth to you at any point. You wouldn't be lying to yourself if you rationalize not setting things straight with me, by the fact that I'm not worth much to you anyway.
Funny that. I'm the loser in the end for this reason. I will never beat you at life. You'll always be looking down at me, cause you're successful and I'm not. Rightfully so, to my dismay.
Which is why I had to escape from your influence. Why I enjoy realizing I forgot about your existence, if only for days or weeks.
Oh, and while I still have you on my mind I'll just have to vent a bit. Burn in hell, you selfish, demanding, hypocritical and narcissistic bitch. Both of you.