I really hate you. It was not difficult to make plans to drink and hang out, but it was the hardest thing on earth to spare ten minutes just so I could pass you your stuff, the cookies I baked for you and the present I got you. It was too much to ask of you, to be nice on Christmas. You're so selfish.

So I've thrown it all away. Don't tell me you love me anymore. I don't want to hear it.

So have yourself a darn Merry Christmas this year, Nique Chua, because you just drove me away.