You don't get it do you?
You don't get it that I can't fucking deal with this, with you.

It hurts.

It was nice, but we can't be friends.

Not that it makes a difference, my loss, not yours.

But, goodbye.

You're not tactful. You don't know what to say.

I know. But then I am not at fault here, and there's nothing that can be done.

You know what I feel like.

And I know what you feel like, and it's too bad.

So, goodbye.

Because you owe me nothing, and I expect nothing of you.