Despite the constant burden I bare upon my shoulders, I'm still able to identify the silver linings in my life. One of them being my decision to rid someone poisonous. I speak harshly, but frankly.

I know of no one else as hypocritical as this dear fellow. Hypocritical to the point where I am dumbfounded. How someone can have the tendency to contain such bitterness and spite for the ones who stood by her. How someone can be self-righteous to the extent that she can remain oblivious to the most obvious of wrongdoings. It absolutely sickens me how someone can turn blessings into adversaries.

I do not hate you. I do not despise you. Yet, neither do I pity you or feel sympathy for you. I feel apathetic and stoic towards you. Two reasons: 1) I bailed early, thankfully. 2) You are hardly worth my minutes of expressing mental vociferations.

My initial pity for you lasted merely days, until I decided that you are a parasite. And there are only two intelligent ways to deal with a parasite; kill it or avoid it. I chose the latter because I don't have the freedom to execute the former. We were your world for a while, there is no room for misinterpretation there. But understand this, we are no longer part of it. I am grateful that you respect our decision and I oh so ever do hope that it will remain carved in stone.