You're right, you're so right. You know me so well that you know what I want and you know what I feel and you know why I dislike you. And the girl who told everything that you "know" also happens to know, in fact, she knows so much that she actually knows me and actually ever knew anything about me and was ever actually true. Yeh, that's exactly it.
How about you ask that very same girl how many times I told her she didn't know me at all?
Watch the expression her face makes.

At least had the courage to admit what I did. But I actually thought you would show that night. I waited for you like I thought you would me. Problem is, if it was you, I would've picked up the phone in the first place. Or at least shown up with a bouquet of apologies. I had so much faith. So much...Faith. It's what happens when you trust in certain people what you wouldn't in others. But so many times, you lied. So many times, you were fake. Maybe I thought you would stop being such an awful person. Or maybe, you know, grow up a bit. Sorry it's so hard for you. But not really. You deserve what's coming.

bitch someone got sicked with.
And I feel fiiiiiine...