It ended up being a pretty decent story about letting go and moving on, but unfortunately what stood out most to me was “bitches,” “slut,” “ho-bags,” “douchebags,” “skank,” and “cray-cray,” I can only think of how out of place some of them seemed; how uncomfortable some of them made me; and how annoyed I was by the rest. But I suppose it’s because I’ve never been a fan of the culture of name-calling.
At its core, it’s a pretty timeless story, but because of all of the other stuff, I don’t think it will age well.
