It’s the same one I got on the first day of school. It’s the same one I got when you didn’t call. It’s making me sick to my stomach, thinking about you. You make me want to disappear, honestly. I don’t need you in my life. I don’t want you in my life. And I’m not just saying that. I’m not going to keep running back. You’re pathetic, and it’s rubbing off on me. I have no desire to ever see you again. Forget closure. It’d be nice, but I’ve given up on that prospect. Now, all I want is to move on and forget all about you. Because in the long run of things, you mean nothing to me. And that’s how I want it to be.