You asked me to stop talking to you…again. You want to play hardball? Fine. You can get out of my life again, as this time seems to be most convient for you. I’ve blocked you from every outlet, just to make you realize when you come knocking on my door there’s no one to answer. I told you this nine months ago, this is the last straw. I’m done. I’m done with you and your bullshit. Thank you for the memories, since that’s all that we will have.