You know, away messages spouting how much you hate yourself for sleeping with another girl IN MY HOUSE, how much you want to make it right, how you know you can't make it better, these are all well and good, but the long and short of it is... You fucked up. You hurt me to the point where I cannot forgive you, and you cannot make it right, because what you did was wrong. Absolutely, no questions about it, dead wrong. And no matter how many apologies, no matter how penitent, I simply cannot forget walking in to see you curled around some other girl.

Get lost, I've got better things to worry about.