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.

Thank 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.