You by far are the absolute worst living thing I've had the displeasure to know. You know who you are.

You can go straight to Hell after the things you've said and done to me, and I can't imagine what you think gives you the right to do so. I would never in my long, miserable life, think to accept your half-hearted apology after how you've treated me, despite all that I've done for you these many years.

I'll have you know I'm doing fine.
I've got the house.
I've got the dog.
I'm waking up mornings, and showing up on time for my job.

So don't bother to call me-

Is what I would say, if I were mad at any one of you. For any reason. Apology or none.
Just letting y'all know I'm very much alive. Just working on stuff- art, life, self, yadda-yadda. Nothing much I thought was post-worthy but psh, wudduino.

All that noise.
have a good day/night/limbo, laters!