STILL MAD AT YOU.
And no, we’re not friends anymore. In fact, we’re not even talking. In fact, I’m not even typing this right now.
Don’t give me that look. It’s over. Here, why don’t you go hang out with your new best friend?
Now that I think about it, we were never really friends. I always thought you looked fat in that jacket you love so much. And I hate your laugh. And everyone thinks you smell.