Forget about it.

You know, I'm proud of myself. I finally got rid of something in my life that made me unhappy. That's something I wasn't quite sure about doing, and wasn't quite sure how to do at first. I stopped giving in. I stopped letting things go. I stopped being scared and weak.
I don't care that they say I fuck shit up. I don't care if they say I gave up on them.
I don't care.
I guess the other night was the last straw. The breaking point. The point where I was finally like "This isn't worth it anymore."
Trying to talk to me won't help. Saying "We'll work this out." Well, that won't work because there isn't ANYTHING to work out. I have nothing to work on. I have them a million chances to work on it.
I don't like being used.
I won't have it.