I’m leaving. I know I can find better things, and despite what you think, I certainly don’t need you. You’re in my way now and I have to go, past you and your bossiness and thinking you know what’s best for me. Only I know what’s best for me, and it sure as hell isn’t what you think. All you ever really to is hold me back. I’m gone.
But I won’t send you this. I reckon you can figure it out on your own.