That I spend way too much time talking about you with my friends. And it’s true, I’m trying to recover from the horrendous damage you did, but talking about you all the time is just turning me into “that girl” – so for the next five days, I won’t utter your name. I would let your face cross my mind, and if it does, I will imagine all the things I would want to say to it to make it go away. So, bye, fuckhead. I hope your dick falls off, or maybe that you just keep your HPV to yourself and stop fucking everything that moves, you dumb worthless piece of shit.