Fuck a cactus.

What if I wanted to fight? What if I needed to tell you how stupid you were? What if I told you that I hate you? What? I never meant much for you. I was that stupid person who cared about you, but that's not going to happen again. Now I can't stop smiling when I see you crying, because after all, you really deserve that. I always tried to help you, but you were, are, and will be stupid. I'm so fucking free now that I don't need to care about what's happening to you, that the only thing I can think of is just "go fuck a cactus".