The weak, little rich girl thinks she’ll stay a while. You filthy, thieving, heartless piece of trash. Like I said, you don’t know me. I’m not the same girl from the store that night. She’s gone! You took my life, and you turned it into a n i g h t m a r e. And all I have thought about is that I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so much. But you’re not worth any more of my time. And you’re not worth my life. You have a nice night.