This is your eviction notice. Your placeholder, an unattainable musician, is helping me move your memories. Not sure where they'll go but at this point, I don't want to know.

I am sick of people like you. People who drain me for everything I have. People who take shots at my family. People with no regard for how they hurt others.

Sometimes running away from a venus flytrap in human form gets old. Sometimes letting something you know was an insult slide gnaws at the irritation you've been harboring for months.

You were supposed to follow that plan you bragged about having. You were supposed to have tunnel vision. I guess seeing everyone go on with their path brought out the coward in you.