""Don't feel bad for me, feel sorry for yourself," I said while smiling.
"And why is that?" He crossed his arms.
"I am complex. You know that. I speak my mind and I have fits. I'm flawed, and you don't like imperfections. She is simple, has the same attitude towards everyone and everything and doesn't like to speak her mind. You aren't equipped to handle a girl like me, only the ordinary. So I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."
