I have never encountered a woman as bitter as you. Though I've done things to anger you I can also say, looking at the miserable dark limits of your personality, that, when I consider you today, I actually feel quite sorry for you... even the so-called 'love' you have in your so-called life doesn't even dent the bitterness to which you so desperately cling and use to enhance your identity.

I realize today that trying to reach your heart was pointless. There was only a failed human being, already dead and very much in hell. Sad to say, you're a waste of your own time. I hate to say that but it's true.

Though I'm leaving you to your misery, I'll always feel sad that life would even allow someone as wretched and miserable as you to even exist. What a tragedy...

So long. —Shut up n' play yer guitar...