When you left me, I felt a sense of achievement and then immediately a sense of despair and shattered heart. The irony of it all: not standing to see you without having you and making you loathe me and stronger than anything to face everyone and never let anyone bother you anymore, and being honest with yourself. Yes, what a joke it was for me, like I knew it was going to be since almost the beginning. And no one will ever know why I did it and that it all started because of your best friends who made me help you and pity your situation and admire you also. I am so very proud of you.