Hey you! Yeah, you, the person who's reading this even though I've sworn you out of my life and refuse to talk to you. I know you've been stalking me and my accounts, and treating friends we have in common like shit because they hang out with me. I know you'd like to think that you had the sort of power over your friends that would get them to boycott me, but you don't. And don't try to deny it either: just because we're not talking doesn't mean I don't have ways of keeping tabs on you and your petty hissyfits.
Oh, and by the way, I've unblocked you from my accounts, but not so that we can get in contact again. No, it's to taunt you. You're a bitch and idiot and I don't want to be anything more than enemies, though you really don't register enough care to even fit in that category. You're like a child who's spotted the chocolates on the top shelf of the pantry, but I bolted down all the chairs so you can't move them to reach them.
The great part of this is: the only way you can keep me from succeeding in this endeavor is to move on and ignore anything I do or say to or with any of your friends. In which case, I still win.
So it's a lose-lose situation for you. Which is it going to be?
Oh, and I have it on good authority that a few people who know you would be willing to screw around with whomever you're currently involved with just to spite you. I told them I'd get back with you just to do it.