Be specific.

Sloppy. 

It was sloppy. 

I hate that. 

Same content. 

Different context. 

Changes everything. 

See the upside. 

I cut the chord of the crazy loops

that start to turn whenever he starts 
creeping back into my thoughts. 

It doesn't matter. 

He didn't care. 

He doesn't care. 

He is not going to care. 

Let it lie. 

Just be done.

Or at least start writing again.