And fuck how I wish I could just scratch every last bit of you out of myself. Both of you. But I'm stronger than that. I'm a heartless bitch, remember? I can just snap my fingers and forget. And not care.

But thanks anyway. Thanks for removing that last weight on the scale of my choices. Because now I know for sure what I need to do with my life. Now I know I should choose what's best for myself, and look out for myself, because nobody will if I don't. Thanks for opening my eyes and making me realize one simple life's truth: in the end, everybody leaves. Everybody is alone.

I'm not looking back anymore. I'm looking forward. To my life here. To a well-paid job and a nice little flat. The future begins today. It's gonna be beautiful.