To the rest of you

Quit snooping. If you want to know what's going on, ask.

To you - I'm done. Until you figure out what you want and when you're going to do something about it

Nup. scrub that. I'm done. The end. Finito. I will not wait around for you to sort your shit out like a little puppy that follows you around. That's not me. I am SO much tougher than that. & to be honest, I am so much BETTER than that.

I don't know if I'll see you in January. I don't know if you will email me. I don't know if you will care that I'm no longer emailing, or you can no longer see this. But from now on? I don't care.

I'm looking out for me. Cause clearly you aren't even thinking twice about the impact your actions will have on me. So fuck it all.

There's me. & me. This is no longer 39 weeks. This is my personal diary, that will have nothing to do with you.