(Scream and shout) I feel down right now. Because of Mr. P. I feel real down and real sad. I don't know why he gets to me like this. I just don't know why. It's so bothersome. "Will you get mad if I don't go?" Like he fucking cares whether or not I get mad. Like I fucking matter to him. God, I fucking hate him. I'm bitter, that's it. No turning back now. No trying to make it better. Fuck him. And fuck whatever else he says, does, or thinks. I don't care. I'm done with all this. Pining away for someone who doesn't even have the politeness to ask whether or not I would like a ride. Pining away for someone who doesn't even know I exist. Except of course when he feels like it. I don't care. I'm bitter. And I'm sad. And it hurts.