I didn’t realize how free and happy I would actually be until you really left. Now I can glance at your antics and sigh, but they don’t bother me anymore… For months, I dealt with such wild emotional volatility that I still feel the need to walk on eggshells with every new situation I’m set to navigate…. I don’t know if it’s reality or mental suppression, but I feel nothing for you anymore. No love. No hate. Apathy.