"Watch your car burn"

Hi Ver. It's been a while hasn't it? I was reminded of you tonight from a vent post on Pinterest. I decided to check up on you again, see what's going on from afar. Not much I see. You made a painting, you have a shirt with my favorite art piece ever made, Starry Night. I've been looking up at the stars every night. They comfort me, let me know that even though the pain burns, it makes me glow. That it'll be alright. 

I'm sure they're right, because when I checked you again, I felt normal. I clenched my heart like a muscle to brave for the awful sense of anxiety, longing, anger, nostalgia. Guess what though? I felt none of it. I felt calm seeing your page again. I finally made it to my goal. I don't care about you anymore, you don't make me physically sick to my stomach at all. And I don't miss you. I miss our friendship, our relations, the old us. But I miss that about everyone, you're not special to me. I have no memories to cling onto that make me tied to your existence. I feel so so free. And I'm so happy about that. 

I don't even wish the worst for you, Ver. Because I simply don't care. And you losing me and not getting to see me blossom is enough suffering that you'll never get to feel. By the way, you don't need to gatekeep twenty one pilots from me anymore.