I do not want to see your face or hear your voice. The final straw might not have been one that I had a right to be upset about, but nevertheless it still broke the proverbial camel’s back. I should have walked away from you back then. I doubt that you’ll notice or care at all.

I can’t be your friend, because you haven’t been one to me. I can’t believe it took me so long, but I have finally had it. Had it with you. With your bullshit.

Goddammit. I really fucking hate you.