Good work out there, champ; You made a believer out of me, the one person who looks for kindness and worth in everyone, that some people are an utter waste of flesh and blood. Although you and I both know you are a bonifide psychotic in need of some serious help, I stuck by your side. Through the tantrum yielding damages, the emotional abuse, and the thoroughly creepy, manipulative, boyfriend rollplay- all to be there for a friend that sends other individuals running in the opposite direction. I humored you constantly, although you are clearly sick, and consistently reassured you of your talents and positive attributes. In return, you exercised intimidation tactics on a girl half your size and destroyed my belongings when I politely informed you of my desire to move out and away from your putrid, poison, presence.
If I were less of a person I would wish you harm and a life of suffering, but I am certain that dying alone and rotting in hell will suffice.
Thanks for the life lesson bud. Now, get fucked. —Good Riddance