I've held my tongue about what I think about you for the past few years. I knew that if I told you what a piece of crap I think you are you wouldn't allow me to help my friend or hang out with her anymore. But now you're forcing them all to leave to a place six hours from here and I just can't keep it in any longer.
I've already informed my parents that should you ever, ever decide to show your face around our house again I will throw you off and tell you what an abusive bastard I think you are.
I don't care how big you are or how tough you think you are. You will never be able to look at me in the same light again, and I think that's a good thing. I will bring your sorry ass down to size.
No one likes you and I have it on good authority that there is a special level of hell reserved just for you.
Now don't you feel special?
