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

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.

Don't be silly, you knew exactly what this was the moment it started. Don't try shoving all the blame on me just because I no longer have need of you. I'm sorry that it had to end this way, but don't be delusional. You knew it would never last.

Come pick up your things whenever is convenient for you, but I'm keeping the dog and the anal beads.