You’ve hurt me and you do not care.
Your actions and words caused me pain and you’ve shrugged your shoulders and denied everything.
I am to blame and you are the victim — all those things you did are made up and everything you’ve said you didn’t.
Honey, the only liar between us is you.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you.
Life was serving up shit and expecting me to eat it, and I realise now that it’s all in how it’s seasoned. You helped me hate myself so harshly that I had to compromise, and it turns out that I’ve got quite a bit in common with myself — I didn’t know this but I know this now, and this is in part thanks to you.
One day I hope you find yourself, too.
Well, I must dash – things to do – so it’s cheerio, and I wish you the best.