You returned to your normal self. I’ve spent the last month making you my priority, and I was an option to you. I wanted to wait because of how I felt about you, because I went back to my weak self. Suddenly, you completely turned on me. Apparently I began to annoy you with telling you how I felt about this whole situation. So, today, you ask me “So are you just not talking to me now?”. And I tell you I don’t know why I should. Then, you let me know how big of a baby I’m being, and how it’s my loss. Well, that’s when I came to a realization. I don’t need you in order for me to be happy. In fact, losing you is a giant weight lifted off my shoulders. It’s time I focus on my music, my friends, my family, and myself. I realize that you really don’t mean a damn thing to me, and it’s wonderful. I’m done for good this time. And you should probably take some time to grow up and figure yourself out. So goodbye to you, and to anyone else that’s wronged me in anyway. I’m moving on.