Don’t tell me you know how it feels. Don’t tell me you understand. Don’t tell me what you’re going through is the same as this. Just don’t. Don’t attempt to make this better. And don’t you dare tell me you care. Don’t lie to me, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. I’m living for myself now. You’re gone. In one ear and out the other, our time has come and passed. I just hope you’re happy.