"1, 2, 1, 2, Fuck.
You know, I don't drink.
And I don't smoke that much marijuana, mostly because everyone else who does is insufferable.
I don't need to sound smart because I am.
I'm smarter than you and even if I don't want to I'll outlive you.
And I'll forget about you.
And I'll fuck who I want.
And I'll unzip my pants and piss on the world, marking it as my territory.
Because I can.
Dick in hand, I'm shameless.
I haven't felt this fucking pissed off,
this fucking fantastic
in years.
I don't need any of this.
It's laughable.
It's like I'm peeling off layers of my skin in flakes,
each one a discarded feeling and each one a useless word I'll never use.
A forever on the sole of my foot and an adoration on my shoulder.
I'll pick them off with pride 'cause I never had to say them to you.
And I'm glad you didn't try to puke them at me through arrogant lines and flirtatious in-jokes.
I liked you enough, but not so much as to think we'd make it to dawn.
I'll waltz naked on clotheslines and the world can smell that musk.
Because I'm high on revenge
And I'm so drunk off how laughable this is I can't see straight.
So take off those fucking frames because they're faker than the bullshit you've spewed over all those months.
Keep on calling yourself a writer.
Try a little harder to fulfil the 'starving' in artist and down that wine like water.
Go on living your life the way you do and I'll laugh when you choke on your vomit.
Good riddance.
I hope he fucks you harder than I would've."