I generally like it when bad things fail to piss me off. It totally boosts my self esteem because it makes me feel bigger than the shit I am usually vulnerable to.
So when you called and told me to akhbat rasy fel 7eet two days after begging for reconciliation and making me thinking about how it would be if I consider it... it didn’t get to me.
Your plan to dodge the next legal procedure by expressing fake guilt would have been brilliant if I were that 20 year old shmuck who thought the world of you; now, it’s more like a silly April’s fools that made me shake my head and say “touché”, or like the sofaaj me says “bala waksa”
From now on, the joke will be on you.