It's not the fact that she chose a penniless schlub like you over me.
It's not that a thug like you can somehow make friends wherever he goes.
It's not your stupid band or those disgusting banana shakes you chug down daily.
It's not even the fact that when I think of her, I think about your ugly scared face sucking on her lips.

It's the fact that you dare to wear socks with sandals.