You: I've given you a bunch of bullshit all day, I'm on the road to your place but I'm sleeping in this car.
Me: I'll walk over a mile in the snow and freezing weather to find this car you speak of and walk you to my place where you'll be warm - OH WAIT, THERE'S NO CAR, NO STEPHANIE, NOTHING.
What did you do you ask? You seriously have the audacity to ask ME what YOU did? Oh there are so many different things that I could say to you right now to add on to what you did, but bottom line you were just like Hilarie.
You led me on, made me think you cared and EVEN WORSE than her, you made me think you'd left your country on a tour for your disease and had left the tour to come see me and you didn't. You LIED. You made me love you and then ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it with a fucking smile on your face if I had to guess. Were you even in the US? Do you even remember? If not I hope to hell I refreshed your memory. I remember your face. I remember what you did. I remember sitting at home at like 4 - 5 AM after I got back from walking in the freezing cold for over two hours, hoping to God I wouldn't lose a toe to frostbite.
If you still feel like you have a right to talk to me after all of that, be my guest, I'll talk to you. I'll be civil and maybe, MAYBE, one day we can be friends at least. But don't expect me to forgive you without an explanation and time to decide whether I still hate you or not.