Fucking miserable

I imagine this is how our conversation would sound:

Me: Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
Grey: Miss you? Why would I miss you? I'm glad you're out of my life. Crazy bitch.

Me: Is the hole in your chest as big as the hole in my chest?
Grey: You deserve to have a hole in your chest. Crazy bitch.

Me: Have you thrown out my stuff?
Grey: Yeah most of it but I'm keeping some of it for the other women that might need it.

Me: Do you ever think about me?
Grey: Sometimes when I'm masturbating. But mostly I just watch porn.

Me: Have you moved on?
Grey: I moved on weeks ago. You just didn't see it.

Me: Why would you want to be in love if it feels this awful?
Grey: I would never be stupid enough to fall in love with someone who doesn't love me back. Stupid bitch.

Me: How do I stop crying?
Grey: I don't know and I don't care. You cry too much. Jesus woman, relax.

Me: I miss you.
Grey: I don't do drama.

Me: I can't function.
Grey: Not my problem bitch. I told you "no commitments".

Me: I hate myself.
Grey: You're not the only one.

Me: I wish I could kill myself.
Grey: .... well, okay then.