When I first met you, I joked around with you, flirted with you, and laughed with you. But after you hurt me, all I did was cry over you — much more than I’m proud of. But those times are over — I’m stronger now, and I won’t shed another single tear over you, because you’re simply not worth it.
- Honestly, I don’t have any tears left for you. I’ve spent too many mornings daydreaming about you and too many nights crying over you. I don’t think I’m physically capable of shedding more tears. Even if I am, I’m not going to let myself find out.
- Better women have been hurt for worse reasons. There are breathtaking women out there who have been dumped, ghosted, and completely screwed over. Heartbreak isn’t reserved for the inferior. It happens to the best of us.
- My makeup looks too good to ruin. I won’t smudge my mascara with tears, and I won’t ruin my lipstick by digging into a gallon of ice cream whenever you cross my mind. I look sexy with my cat eyes and matte lips. That’s not going to change, because you happen to pop into my mind.
- It’s been killing me. Crying was healthy at first, because it gave me the release I needed. But lately, thinking about you has been killing me. I’m not going to keep crying when I know it’s not doing me any good.
- I’ve realized who you really are. And you’re someone who I shouldn’t give a damn about. Someone who lets amazing women slide out of their life without realizing how good they had it. That’s why I want someone new, who actually appreciates all I have to give.
- My tears won’t change a thing. All of the time I’ve spent wishing things would’ve ended differently is a waste. Crying isn’t going to change our past or our future. We’re done, and I need to come to terms with that.
- You don’t care, so why should I? I’m not going to fantasize about you every night when I know I haven’t crossed your mind in weeks. I’ve wasted too much of my life caring about people who don’t give a crap about me. It’s time for those days to come to an end.
- You should be the one crying. You’re the one who lost a woman who cares about you. A woman who would’ve done anything to make sure that you were happy. If anyone should be crying over their loss, it’s you.
- I’m finally ready to move on. My time away from you has made me realize that I deserve more from relationships. I need to find someone who actually texts me first and tells me they love me when they know I need to hear it. I’m officially done with douchebags.
- No man is worthy of my tears. I have a job to focus on and friends to take out for drinks. I don’t need you in order to be happy with the life I’ve created for myself. In fact, I don’t need a man at all.
