I'll never know why on earth you thought I was interested in you. I mean, I know why you thought that, but it's incomprehensible to me to think you could be that stupid. I guess the heart can easily blind a mind as feeble as yours.
Do you want to know what I actually think of you? I think you're a ######6 joke. I think you're ugly. I think you're uninteresting. I think you're untalented. I think you're pathetic. I think you're delusional. I think you're unintelligent and certainly ignorant. You took that abnormal psych course and apparently learned nothing. Not a goddamn thing. You misinterpreted absolutely everything I ever said. Everything must be about you, right? Absolutely everything I said must have been about you. Right? Hardly. Literally nothing I ever said was about you. Literally nothing. Except this here. Still confused? Am I still sending mixed messages? You stupid piece of $#%^.
By the way, since when is saying something nice to someone automatically a declaration of interest? M said something nice to me. Did you notice how I didn't misinterpret it and make it into a big deal where I put her in a difficult situation having to explain to me that she didn't like me like that? Yeah. That's how people who aren't complete idiots act. You, on the other hand...
You can't even begin to fathom how easy I went on you. I should have absolutely pulverized you into the dirt. But I didn't, toots. In fact, I gave you multiple opportunities to walk away feeling good about yourself. But you, being a colossal idiot, ignored those offerings. You dug your own hole you ######6 moron. Isn't that the best part? All the hurt you felt was your own doing. I could have absolutely destroyed you -- I would have loved to do it -- but why bother when you were destroying yourself already?
You dumb bitch. I hope you die alone. I hope I've traumatized you to the point you never trust anyone ever again. That is what I really think about you.