Bite Me.

In all the years that I've known you and am "friends" with you, you would've think that (by now) I would love you and "trust" you.. but, honestly, honey, I can't - I don't.  I just thank God that I wouldn't get to see your freaking face everyday.  I don't like you.  You treat me like some kind of back-up and you make me feel inferior.  I don't do back-up's so, excuse me you fucking loser.

As my favorite movie puts it, "My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others."  

So, screw me for saying that I don't wish the best for you.

Sayonara, motherfucker.