I would yell, but you're like a dog, whipped and cowering in silence. You don't raise a hand to defend yourself, jsut stand there and take the blows like the emasculated cur you are.
I know you're a good guy- you really are! You jsut do -dumb- things. But, on further thought, do I want to be with someone this dumb?
How DARE you drive by me?! I don't know whether I'm more hurt, or more pissed. Hurt because you know... I thought you liked me, thought you respected me, thought a lot of things that very obviously aren't true. Pissed because... well, I let myself fall for another jackass, and because HOW DARE YOU!? You are a coward. You run away when you should stand, cower in defeat when you should defend. You disgust me.
How dare you make me cry?? How dare you make your FRIENDS ask me if I'm alright, while you run and hide?! What is -wrong- with you?!
I would yell scream and stomp, but honestly, it's not worth it. I get no satisfaction out of letting you read this in the solitude of your room, without anyone around to watch you crumble and wilt. By leaving, your forfeit your right to explain, though what there is to explain, I'm not sure. By leaving, you forfeit your right to a fair trial, a calmly angry Abby, anything, really. So I keep my fury, you keep your pathetic excuse for dignity, and we part on ground laden with rocks and pitfalls.
Don't come to my house.
Don't come near me.
Don't call.