So you took and took and took from me until I ceased to function, and then you said to yourself, “Meh. I don’t really care about doing any of these things anyway.” You changed your belief system, but still treated me the same way as before, and I honestly kind of wanted to rip your head off.
Well fuck you, first of all. Except no thank you. I hope you can get all the juice and guts from my corpse out of your shoes. It got you absolutely nowhere, and I’m sorry that I can’t do anything to help you anymore. You built your own cage.
And second of all…I must tell myself that I am me. So I want to thank absolutely everyone who tried, for absolutely everything. And I am not even slightly interested in losing my mind, so feel free to keep any body parts you happen to stumble upon on your way.
I have Things to Do.