.029 ☈ mute friendship;

[sting_to_death]

What a bunch of crybabies. Good thing the journals are made of paper, we won't run out of napkins anytime soon.

We can go back and forth, right? There's no need to bawl your eyes out.

I, for once, won't miss any of you, so don't hope you'll ever hear me say it. And, for a change, I have no one thank. I did everything on my own and never needed anyone's support.

Try not to get yourself killed, I wouldn't want to meet one of you in Soul Society.

But if you did, I would ignore you.

Just so we're clear.

Goodbye,

Lin.