And now comes the hard part.

Fuck you.

Fuck him.
Fuck your book.
And fuck two months in Italy.

Two months.

Fuck that cat.
Fuck the violins.
Your grandpa's nice. but still.
Fuck country roads.
Fuck emeralds.

Fuck your phone.
Fuck that photo.
Fuck the stinging in my eyes.
Fuck my tears.

But most importantly, FUCK YOU.