I don't think there's anything left in me.

Not to care about you. It's all gone. Leaked out of the cracks you made.

I'm not going to pretend it wasn't a little painful when you didn't deny moving on so fast, but it was exactly what I thought. And if nothing else, this entire thing has proved that I'm quite often right in my hunches about you, right?

Seeing you didn't make me feel anything again. Just got annoyed by your face. It's a good sign in terms of me moving on. I'm just angry at you for acting like a prick about this whole thing.

Tomorrow will show, I guess. We'll find out exactly how much bullshit you're prepared to spew. No way am I making it easy for you.