You chose him over me. You chose the fat, hairy failure over me. Maybe I'm too cold. Call me a narcissist, but I think we'd have been a great couple. We had so much in common, and h***, even your parents liked me. But now I can't think of you in any other way than as that fat, hairy failure's fat, hideous w****. I'm sad that we can't even be friends now because I'm too vain and too proud to speak to someone like you, but let's face it. You hurt me, and that can't change now.
All that I hope for now? That it hurts you twice as much, you b****.