Nothing of worth ever happened to people worth nothing. Today, "Nothing of worth" came in the form of your former bully, me, strutting into your apartment. "I found your spare key under the flowerpot. You know your flowers are wilting, right? Don't grow plants if you can't even take care of yourself, jerk." For someone who felt your sorrow in a literal sense, I didn't want to hold back on insulting you. I tapped my feet impatiently, clearly waiting for you to say "What do you want?"