Today is a very sad day indeed. I will not go down the roads I went before. I will not allow the ones who love me properly to weep over me. I have done it, it is my final decision, and here it is:

He's no longer my mate. I can't get the lies out of my head, the cheating the deception. All of those times at 1 in the morning crying on Skype to him. For what? No. Just more daggers in my heart. These are probably the deepest wounds I've had yet, and it's probably going to cause the most drama, but he's gone. Out of my life, blocked from everything.

I am doing this not just because of the cheating and the lies, but because I was forcing him to play a fursona he did not want to play. I was forcing him into something he did not like. Go, McClellan, go back to being Mehko. I give you your freedom. Damien is dead and my head is on the gravestone.

You are free.

Go.