You. Fucking. Bastard.
I don't hate you, but even looking at you makes me want to strangle someone.
I'm going to get off your facebook page now before I accidentally hit the add as friend button or something and make everything awkward as hell.
You still piss me off sometimes. Congrats on being less of a loser than I thought you would turn out to be, but know that I kind of hate you for it.
-Mild ill feelings,
I really don't want to believe that you've been that cunning and manipulative all these years, but evidence keeps being presented to support this theory.
What do you want me to think?
I have nothing to say to you. Yet.
Sorry in advance, hopefully tomorrow will be fun. I've missed you.
Its 6.20am, for fuck sake, and you have a lot to do today. Go to fucking bed, please.