"so, i saw her again today. she didn't notice me this time, which i was thankful for. but, i'm trying not to be bitter. i mean i understand why you picked her. she's absolutely beautiful, on the inside and out. she's so friendly and positive, a literal ray of sunshine with her blonde hair and tan skin. she's perfect. but, i, mean, that's not her fault. it's not your fault for recognising how perfect she is either. but, god, looking at her makes me see how imperfect i am. and it's not just me having a low self-esteem because you saw it too. you saw it, and you saw how flawless she was, and you left me. i'm gonna hang up now though. i need a blunt."