Who needs you?
I obviously don't.
You're a jerk, you know that, right? The way you shamelessly flirt with me and then disappear without even telling me when you're coming back, it's despicable.
I hope you're happy being with all those other people every night and not me. You're missing out. You know the kinds of dreams I have.
Yeah, well... no more, punk! From now on it's just daydreaming for me. I have more control over those, anyway.
I don't need you. I don't need your drama. Why did I even put up with you for so long?
You know you'll never find a guy whose dreams are even half as entertaining as mine. But, whatever, do what you want. I couldn't care less.