I wish I was big enough to say “I hope you’re happy. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Go in peace and let’s be friends.” I’m not that evolved. Really, I hope you are miserable. I hope you regret what you did to me. I hope you feel small. I hope you realize what a fool you’ve been and that you made a huge mistake. I hope all of your friends and family tell you that, too. I hope you are suffering even a tenth of what I’m going through. I hope you miss me and I hope your weekends suck as much as mine.