No Looking Back

To those who once called me friend, family, or confidant:

I’ve always been there. The one you leaned on, the one who gave without asking for much in return. I carried your burdens along with my own, shouldering the weight of others when they needed me most. But now, I see it for what it was—a one-way street, filled with ghosts who came around only when it suited them, always taking but never giving back.

My mother? She’s not dead, but I’ve removed her from my life completely. My father? A waste of life. It sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. I was always the son no one truly saw. Friends? Most of you were never more than acquaintances dressed as something more, and I’m done pretending otherwise. My mental health will no longer be sacrificed for bonds that were never real to begin with.

All I need now is my girl, my dog, and my damn self. Nothing more, nothing less. The rest of you? Consider yourselves a closed chapter in my life. I’ve been a good friend, more than any of you deserved, but those days are over. I will no longer reach out, offer my hand, or give what you don’t deserve. Someday, when you reach for me, when you’re in need, I won’t be there. I’ll be long gone, unreachable, having built a life without you in it.

I succeeded alone, without your help, without your presence. And I don’t feel regret. I did my best for all of you, but you drained me. Now, it’s my time—time to enjoy the happiness I’ve created for myself and to cut the cord that’s kept you all tied to me for so long.

If I wronged you and never made it right, know this—it was meant to be. Fate is sealed, and I won’t be looking back. No apologies. No explanations.

This is where we part ways. I’m walking into a future where none of you belong. And for the first time in a long time, I’m free.

Drakovi Bloodrose