Fucking cunt

Boy, there's a phrase that'll get your attention, huh? Imagine how much it grabs your attention when you're sitting on the couch next to someone with their laptop open to their MySpace page and you see that phrase with your name attached to it. It's like spotting an LED timer attached to a suspicious package.
OK mister, you really just need to drop it. I did. Took long enough with you continually screwing me over left and right, but that's behind us now, thankfully. Finally. So move on. That's what having a new girlfriend is for. Take advantage of that fact. Maybe when you finally realize that I've never done one damn thing to earn the title "fucking cunt", it'll stop gnawing at you and you can carry on with life. Or maybe you'll finally remember that you were happy when we were together and I was suicidal whereas now I'm positively giddy and you're miserable - you don't get credit for my glee, so how about you stop blaming me for your unhappiness, ok? I sure as hell didn't get any credit for when you were happy before and you'd better believe you weren't going to take any of the blame for me being suicidal even if I had wanted to place it on you.
God. It was one thing when I would do or say things that would get all polluted and twisted so that calling me a bitch would be considered justifiable, but getting all in a fit when I've done nothing is just pathetic. We stopped being right for each other. That's all. Get over it.