We Don't Fucking Return Shit.

What most successfully attenuates your non-existent soul and what hours aren't odd for getting real shitty and dialing up exes that you wish weren't? O, Canada! just try to remember all the things you hated about me (chiefly, everything) and make a list of all of the concessions you had to make to love me (namely, everything). And if sympathy doesn't work for you, maybe the truth will: you served your purpose for me and now you have none, so forget my face, name, and telephone number. Crazy scary how surgical a bitch can become.