Wish I could make a punching bag out of your face. Cause that's how low you've gone, and how much you mean to me at this point.

Heck, if you were a punching bag, it'd be an improvement.

Thinking about the kinda person you are triggers my gag reflex.

I'd better stop blogging about this, lest I puke all over my lovely computer. You're not even worth a vomit-covered mess.