I don’t ever need to see any of those people again. I don’t NOT wish them well or anything, hope they go live full happy lives. I just don’t want to be in them. I’m all set. I don’t want more people in my life to expect s*** from me. Everyone that meets me just takes and takes and takes. It’s all about what I can do for them. I’m over it. I don’t want to do jack s*** for anyone else. Me. I’m good with me. I am 100% not going to spend hundreds of hours making your daughter a wedding gown. I’m also not going to do your taxes. I’m not going to help you plant your garden. I’m also not going to teach you to cook or cook for you. I’m over it. ‘I’ learned to do all this s***. Me. I did that. I busted my a** to learn to all these things just so I could tune out the past trauma by keeping outrageously busy. You don’t get to benefit from that. Only me. So you? You can go back where you came from and stay there. I’m okay with that and you should be too. Find someone else to vampire.