To my ex-boyfriends, especially the one I went out with for a day. We started going out yesterday, he broke up with me today.
You’re not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are. You’re the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I’ve been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.
PRETTY SURE CROWLEY WILL GET THE MOST DATES