You don’t get the right to pretend you care about me when all you do is be a selfish piece of shit. If you wanted me to stick around then you shouldn’t be getting shitfaced right after being fucking possessed without talking to me once. You don’t get to drag me along like you want me to stay, and then ignore me and worry me and get drunk instead of confronting anything. Fuck you. I hope the last thing you remember of me is how fucking pissed I am at you. I hope it overrides any happy memories you think we have.