She's such an ***. She has no respect for anybody.* It's okay. You can't blame her. I can't imagine the kind of hurt she feels right now. They talk about me as if they know what I'm thinking. What I'm feeling. They have no idea my state of mind, yet they act like they do. It's amusing, and
That's the funny thing. I feel no hurt. I am perfectly happy. But the fact that you lied to me, and that you continue to be a **** to me is why I don't care about you right now. If you died right now I would shrug and move on. I do not care about you at all.