Lets see how much of an ass i really can be...
You're a miserable lifeless fuck of a person. How I ever took more than a millisecond to lend a piece of my caring self out to you in order to prop you up in your shell of a life is a question that will elude me for all time. Sometimes, when I see relics in my life that remind me of you, I quietly dream of attending your funeral. In a clown outfit. Because, hey... that's a fuckin' party.