To breathe.

I don't want to know

I don't want to know.
I don't want to know how happy you are,
I don't want to know how you are over me,
I don't want to know about your new girlfriend,
I don't want to know how much you love her,
I don't want to know how beautiful she is,
I don't want to know how amazing she is,
I don't want to know how you want to spend your life with her.
I don't want to know because I don't want to care.

So don't tell me all those things about her because when you do it makes me hurt inside knowing that the girl you are telling me about used to be me. I used to be the one you loved, the one you found beautiful, the one you found amazing and the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with,  It hurts me to know that once I used to want to know everything you thought about me. Now I don't want to know.
I don't want to know anything because I don't want to care anymore.
Even though I still do care.

Just a little.

Does it?

My smile is perfectly calculated, my handshake perfectly firm, my voice perfectly level.

I don't know how to smile.

I don't like shaking hands.

I don't like speaking to strangers.

But what I like doesn't matter anymore 

does it?