I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad
for always being nice. I'm mad for
always apologizing for things I didn't
do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm
mad for depending on you and wasting
my time on you. I'm mad for thinking
about you, and most of all for not
hating you when I should.

You broke my heart. You keep doing this. I'm going to make it easy for you, you can have her. I don't want anything to do with you anymore.
Move on. Don't talk to me.