“I’ll just wait for 3 months then you’ll throw them away. You get bored of people.”

A toast to you, now among the quotes from the Greats, a monument to those who disappoint. May your pride grow and feel fucking lovely. You’ve achieved your desire, etched in time. Your words, a blade, now part of the wounds you’ve made. You conjured the very fear that haunted your dreams. You willed this to be. You scorned the community I built, and now, it is all that remains for you. You have no idea how lucky you truly are. This war could have had a very different ending in the history books.

Humble thyself.