I’m just at the point where I no longer give a single fuck about us anymore. I’m living my life, and you’re living yours. We’re both happy without each other. So why does it even matter since both of us obviously don’t care anymore? We don’t need each other. We don’t even talk to each other. I guess this is the point where both of us will no longer have any expectations for each other like expecting one or the other to fix this problem, because we’re both done trying. Today, we become history and we will forever remain in history.