Note.

If people whom I stopped speaking with have grown into a butterfly and changed.

That wonderful.

They can go and butterfly somewhere else because my door is permanently shut.

I have thought this through, like a lot.

They are in a different universe now and I’m not interested in being in the same universe as them.

If they want my forgiveness, they can apologise.

But I don’t give a fuck no more.

After I was pushed over the edge, the fucks I give also died.