I don't regret it

I spend my lunch in the Library now, alone. I covered up our tattoo with a pretty botchy looking rose, nice. I still talk to some of the people I hung out with when I was her friend, nice. I distance myself, nice. We argue, annoying. I block her on everything, relief. I cry one night, but cant feel anything the next, confused. I'm friendly to people, happy. People are friendly to me back, happy. Things start to look better for me, happy.