Thank you for judging me, yet again. I felt naked when you sliced me with your moral knife and looked at me through the befogged views of the people around you. That helped me to care much less about them.
Thank you for slamming that door on my face or else I would have kept sailing through life under an illusion that I chose the right set of people.
Thank you letting me know that I don’t exist for you or else I would always see you breathe. Pray that you don’t see me ever in your life again or else I will make you see the dark side of the moon.
Thank you for bringing out my dark side.