And she's the reason that I will never trust anybody ever again, and why I can't live for two days without cutting myself. You tricked me. I hope you're happy that after you glued my hundreds of broken pieces back together in two months, you shattered me into millions more in one day. You're not a nice lady, you're a mean person. I wish I didn't have to see you everyday. I wish I never met you, you ditzy blonde.