You're a real piece of work, you know that?
The fuck is wrong with you? You had a hundred things going right with you for once, and you threw it all away. In spectacular fashion, I'm sure.
I'm not gonna keep you long. I just want you to know that we were happy. For a brief, fleeting moment, we were finally able to say we were happy. Did that scare you? Did that make you uncomfortable? You figured that the old sadness, the familiar sadness, was something you wanted to get back to?
You're a wretched, rotten piece of fucking garbage, and you always will be. You threw away the best thing that ever came into your life, and what do you have in turn? A shit apartment in a shit town and a shit job that barely pays for it?
A+ fucking job, dickwad.