Sorting my life out means one thing:

Access revoked.

No more fake people performing morality.
No more users draining energy.
No more abusers hiding behind charm, faith, or excuses.

If your actions don’t match your words,
if you disappear when accountability appears,
if you benefit from my silence —
you no longer benefit from my presence.

This is not coldness.
It’s boundaries.

And peace feels better than pretending.

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