I'm Thriving, She's Dying

I was obsessed. She implemented multiple kinds of abuse and manipulation to her advantage. She claimed to also be an artist, but doesn't think art is a real job, doesn't think it can be sustainable, wouldn't let me sing, wanted me to lose my individuality. Wanted me to lose my mind. She changed, I matured, that was a problem. I didn't need her anymore. She went under without her floatie. More drugs, STDs, getting kicked out, all the things I kept her from. I was still the problem. Never forget, gingers are the problem and she wanted me back after a cheater gave her an STD. I've kept myself awake crying over all my pain. Now, I've found my strength. Now, I have artistic job experience. Now, I am enrolled in an art trade program. Now, I am on my way to being an actress. Now, she's knocked up by another ginger and ruining her life. I'm thriving, she's dying.