You’re such a piece of shit and I don’t know why I had a dream about you last night. I’m happy. I’m content. I’m…loved. For once. I can’t even remember or care to remember what you sound like yet you’re fucking there. Go away. I hate what you became. I hate you. I hate what you did. I hate you. Please stay out.
You want to roll your eyes at me when you see me?
Because I’m better than you? Because you’re a cheater and a horrible, sick person.
get the fuck over yourself.