Fuck you.
Fuck you for sleeping with all my friends and not seeing the problem with that.
Fuck you for telling me what you did and acting indignant when I didn't eat your shit up with a spoon and say "what a damn fine meal, my compliments to the chef".
Fuck you for leading me on and making this hurt worse.
Fuck you for crying to me when things didn't work out your way.
I'm done with you. We're through. This shit is over.
And while I'm at it, you're fat. And your show sucks.
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