I don’t want this with you anymore. You’re done being charming as you tend to do when you’ve gotten too close to someone. You’re a control freak who can’t control himself, you want total independence but you want me to be dependent on you, everything you dish out, you’re too much of a whiny little b**** to take. Basically, you’re a gigantic hypocrite. And you wonder why it took you nineteen years to get a girlfriend? I can’t believe it took me this long to figure out why. I f****** hate you. I would change the past if I could; fortunately I can just take the way you treat me as a challenge to show you how much I don’t need you, I guess. After all, what do I need with someone who doesn’t need me?