Guys, I’m fine. We weren’t even that serious. I hope he’s happy, I really do. It’s not like I’m going to miss him breaking lamps to get my attention. Or raising the thermostat on me when I got cold at night… no. It’s over, and I’m FINE.
It’s just… Halloween is next week. What kind of ghost just up and leaves a week before the spookiest night of the year? It’s not like it was our favorite holiday or anything. Whatever. I’m totally over that specter – I hope he and that bitch have a long and happy life together.
I’m sorry, but I did everything for him, and he doesn’t even say goodbye?! Can’t find it in his busy schedule to leave a note written in blood on my bathroom mirror? Look, if he can’t appreciate me, then that’s his loss. I can get haunted by any poltergeist I want, don’t think they don’t want a piece of this. While we were together I turned away countless spirits on the prowl for a little haunt; some of whom were his best “friends.”
Did I think we’d end up one day like Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? Maybe, but that’s not the point. I don’t need to live out some 1990 film fantasy to feel whole. I’m a damn snack in the ghost community. I don’t need him, I never did, and I’m SO much better off.
Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve been single – this is going to be great for me. I can really focus on who I am, re-learn how to love myself. Maybe I’ll get bangs.