I was disgusted by everyone, especially couples walking down the street or down the corniche.
That day, I stood in front of the mirror and told myself, “You won’t cry.”
I was even more disgusted by couples holding hands or embracing each other.
You’re a thorn in my side.
Don’t be stupid; people will fool you.
I’m trying to think of what could hurt you the most.
Do you really think he loves you just because he buys you juice and puts his arm around you?
How could you do this to me?
I wanted to see a couple fighting.
But there were only couples in love.
It’s your fault. Why should I be the one to bear the brunt?
It doesn’t matter how happy you are at this moment.
You’re fooling yourselves.
Screw you.
I want you to get screwed over.
You’ll get screwed over.
I don’t want to screw you over, but I want you to get screwed over.
He’ll screw you over.
He’ll screw you over.