The more I speak to you, the more I realize that such a piece of shit doesn't deserve me at all. I wanted you back in the morning. I hate, I really really hate you now.
You are never to blame, aren't you? It's me who messed it all up. Of course, who else could it be?
You know what? I don't want to pretend that I wish you a happiness. As a matter of fact, I wish you were miserable and desperate, just like I was.
You f***ing . Burn in hell