Fuck yeah, we can live like this.

There are three things I would love to be able to scream at you, as very loud as my vocal chords and lungs would allow.

1. Get over it.

2. Get over him.

3. Get over yourself.

I have no problem with taking full responsibility for my actions. I seek no excuses. But I don't believe that what I did was wrong. And you can be as mad as you want, but it will get you no where. If you hadn't been so rude, I might be sorry. I might apologize. But now, I don't even owe you that.