I said it before, but now, I'll only say it once  
So you better listen carefully to me  

Stop, whatever the hell you are doing right now  
Aren't you feeling a bit of shame or plaint towards us?  
Are you really that indecisive to cause too much drama?  
I get it, you love the thrill, the drama, the attention- name it  
You love it when other people invest their time in your nonsense  

At this point, I don’t even know what to call you—disreputable, notorious, shameless, or just a meek scandalous mess, desperately clinging to drama like it’s the only thing giving you purpose.  

But here’s the thing—your act? It’s tired, predictable, and frankly, not worth anyone’s time anymore.  

So, if you’re waiting for us to keep playing along—don’t. We’re done.  

And one more thing—  

You can twist the story, paint yourself as the victim, and spin lies until you’re breathless. But the truth? It always finds a way out. And when it does, don’t expect anyone to stick around and clean up the mess you’ve made.  

We’ve given you more patience than you deserve—consider this our final courtesy.  

So go ahead, stir the *** if it makes you feel important. But don’t mistake our silence for weakness. We’re not biting anymore.  

And when the dust settles?  

Don’t come crawling back, acting like you’re innocent—like you didn’t burn every bridge on your way down. We see you for what you are now—a chaos addict, feeding off the drama because, without it, what else do you have?  

But here’s the truth you can’t outrun: Eventually, even the loudest noise fades. And when your little spectacle loses its audience, you’ll be left with nothing but the wreckage you caused.  

So keep playing your games if it makes you feel alive. Just know—this is where we walk away.

And when that silence finally hits you—when there’s no one left to react, no one left to care—you’ll realize something.  

All the lies, the manipulation, the chaos you stirred? It wasn’t power. It wasn’t control. It was desperation—a pathetic attempt to matter in a world that’s already moved on without you.  

Because here’s the part you never understood—real strength doesn’t need an audience. And while you were busy performing, we outgrew the show.  

So enjoy the spotlight while it lasts. But when it fades—and it will—don’t expect to find us waiting in the wings.  

We’ve already left the theater.

The curtains are closed. The lights are out. And guess what? The popcorn’s gone too—because no one’s sticking around for an encore.

Your little spectacle? It’s over. No standing ovation. No applause. Just an empty stage and the echo of everything you ruined trying to play the lead.

So, take your final bow—if that’s what you need. But don’t mistake this for a break between acts.

The show's done. And we’ve left the building.