Happy Freaking Easter

I will keep this short, since I would rather not say anything I will regret later.

In spite of others wanting to hurt me because I've hurt them, I've taken worse than anything you can give, and I still stand unbroken.

In spite of others thinking I am a warm and caring person, you've forced my hand to ice and stone, and you won't change my decisions.

In spite of others mourning a past they can't change, I'm moving on because I have to.

I do not do any of this out of spite, but because it is what I have to do. My hand has been forced too many times. Either you want my friendship, and you will take it on my terms, or you don't want me in your life. Feel free to pick one and let me know. If you don't, I will assume that you can't be bothered to follow the rules, and you don't wish to know me any longer.

You grieve enough for both of us. I don't care if you say it can't change over-night. I have given you long enough.

Music: The Servant - Cells
Mood: Steel