simon...

Can't believe you're still stuck in my head, tearing me apart.

Everyday I feel like I'm walking around in your apartment, like I'm having conversations with you feeling dumb when you brag about your made-up fucking imaginary life and I believe the lies as if you're some kind of supergangster when you actually have about two or three friends and one of them is your little brother, and the only illegal things you really do is smoking pot and like, download films. If destroying peoples mental health was illegal, then perhaps you would be the gangster you seem to think you are.

You didn't break my heart, you broke my life.
You fucking heartless sociopath, the world would do better without you.