Y’know what, I’m tired of all the drama and bullshit you keep forcing down my throat. I honestly don’t give a damn about what you think of me, or what you do. If you’re that infantile as to still make assumptions based on word of mouth alone instead of direct communication, then you don’t even merit the time it would take to works things out. I doubt you’d even try. I don’t understand why you feel the need to meddle in my affairs when you can’t even take care of your own. I hate that you put words in my mouth to blame me for a conflict you instigated. This was your choice, your decision. Not mine. But you’re too stubborn to admit you chose wrong. I have tried not to become bitter. You insist I must be. And now, as a result, I am. I hope you can live with the decisions you make. I have learned to move on. I have my own life, and you have chosen not to be part of it. Maybe I’m just more resilient. Maybe I’m even more stubborn than you. Either way, if you could do me the soul generosity of leaving me the fuck alone and getting on with your own life and letting me get on with mine, well, dear, then that would be marvelous. Absolutely. Fucking. Marvelous. I wish you luck and happiness in whatever your elected venue, if you can ever make up your goddamn mind.

~Resignedly, no longer yours, Eleni.

Have a nice life. ♥