I never knew Pokerface is such a poetic piece of literature.

What this person said.

Oh, so I'm that person now, am I? I can't believe you. I go out of my way, breaking my fingers for your benefit, and you brush me off as if I were some random nobody? What the hell's the matter with you?! I thought we were past this. I thought we meant something to each other.

I guess I was wrong.

[ . . . ]

You know what? Maybe this is for the best. Maybe I'll move on to some other user; someone with a little bit more class. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I'll pick up my things tomorrow. Consider this the end.