You poor disillusioned girl.

I've gone past the point of even caring.

I don't bother anymore.

I suppose there's nothing I can do?

I've warned you once,

twice,

thrice!

even.

Notes, conversations, subtle hints.

But noooo you did not and do not get it.

Oh well.

Can wait till you get hurt again.

Please, I (AND a few others) have heard it,

seen in,

felt it,

first hand.

A confession that will never satisfy yours.

(We hereby bear witness to her honest revelation.)

Trust me.

Just this once.

It's not worth it.

All your efforts.

Will.

Go.

Down.

The.

Drain.

Oh you poor, poor disillusioned girl.

My heart truly goes out to you.