"Things could have been different for us, you know.

I sincerely hope you're not blaming me for this.

You really have no one to blame, but yourself.

You're the one who fucked things up.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have

to be doing this."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fucking listen for once!"

That's when that bitch started screaming.

She always was loud.

I had to shut her up somehow, I'm sorry.

"Remember Friday night?

Yeah, the night you brushed me off.

Well, I saw you with him.

No, I didn't follow you this time.

I'd like to think it was your shitty karma

that made me run into you guys.

And please, don't deny it.

I did see you with him. With Edgar,

Oh, don't worry about him, though.

Edgar and I already talked things through.

Good guy, for the most part.

I think he would approve of how I'm

handling you, this situation.

Our situation.

I looked past everything before.

I forgave you for everything before.

But this? This is just too much.

I even compromised myself for you.

For your parents, especially.

Heh.

You know what that makes me think of?

You remember that one night?

Why, it must have been...six months ago.

If not more.

You remember how I could barely keep

a straight face at your parents' house?

How we laughed our asses off as soon

as we got in the car.

Or how we could barely keep our hands off

of each other until we got home.

I loved how, in the morning, your

soft lips always tasted like stale cigarettes,

and cold coffee.

I miss that taste. Your taste.

Are you telling me this is it?

I miss you so fucking much.

How you used to be, how we used to be.

Why did you make me do this to us?

You always knew I had a short-temper.

You shouldn't have been so loud, and whiney.

You always were, though, weren't you?

Like I said earlier though, don't you

even dare think about blaming me.

You killed yourself.

You made me fucking kill you.

And didn't you, daddy's little princess always

get what she wanted?

You know what I say?

Your cunt-licking parents are to blame.

It's their fault your dead.

They made you this way.

And, it's my parents' faults too.

Yes, yes!

Let' just blame our parents for our

mistakes.

That always works for other people,

doesn't it?

But, no, I'm going to thank them!

I'm glad you're dead.

I won't have to deal with your dramatic bullshit anymore.

Come to think of it, I never really liked you.

I hate you.

Yet, I really can't stand the thought of

you rotting alone.

I'm not going to put you with Edgar, oh no!

You would like that, wouldn't you?

Well, you want to know something?

It's not about you anymore, bitch.

It's about time I get what I wanted.

And you know what I want?

I want you.

I always have.

You're so beautiful.

Oh, but don't think you're getting off that easy.

I know you always hated me.

I always made you miserable too, didn't I?

Don't you dare deny it, either.

And really, why should death get in the

way of anything?

Don't worry,

I'm coming after you, baby."