It kills me to know that despite my best intentions I’ve failed to reach your expectations. You’re a no-good, very-bad person that my world can easily do without but yet the strength of your words is still enough to cripple. I’m sorry for my incompetency. I’m sorry for the things I was not able to achieve to make you feel this way. I’m sorry if this is not going the way you want it to (though I kind of wish you’ll do us both a favour and suck it up).

I hope you die a horrible death.