Tomorrow. The end.

Tomorrow I get my new phone, I’ve been contemplating making an entirely new Google account. That way you have no way to contact me. I’ve changed my number, my address, yet you still email me. And I still reply. You don’t deserve a reply. I want to cut off any way you have to communicate with me, but then I think “what if it’s important?” I’ve blocked all your friends. Nobody can help you get ahold of me. But what could be important? I’m not a part of your life anymore. I haven’t heard from you in a month. You’re with your new girlfriend. It’s been a year almost. I hope tomorrow will be the end of this cycle. I hope I have the nerve to cut the last tie.