Iâ€™ve never hated someone more than Iâ€™ve hated her, simply because of the fact that she is the most evil woman Iâ€™ve ever known.
Before I go out, Iâ€™m taking her lover. I wonâ€™t take her. Thatâ€™s a cop out. She needs to understand exactly what itâ€™s like losing love.
Iâ€™m not sad anymore. Iâ€™m angry. Depressed, yes, but more angry than Iâ€™ve ever been in my life. And itâ€™s her fault.
And Iâ€™m going to make damn sure she pays for it.