NEVER TELL AN ARTIST TO "TAKE CARE"

In a fitting end to my streak of lying to girls, I was recently notified via text message that I should… "TAKE CARE." I don't think I've ever gotten the old "TAKE CARE," but it's meaning is not exactly subtle. "TAKE CARE" undoubtedly means, "Hey fuckface, I found out you live with your mom, I hope you both burn in hell." Which is sad because my mother had nothing to do with it; she always encouraged me to be honest and not lie to girls, so I'm thinking this girl went a little overboard. "TAKE CARE," huh? You want my mom to burn in hell, huh? Well, who's the immature one now? I don't remember saying your mom should burn in hell, all I remember doing was spinning a beautiful web of lies. Matter of fact, I'm sort of like an artist, and you're that terrible art critic who doesn't get the dynamics and emotional subtleties of my work. You think it's easy creating these masterful tapestries of lies?? So before you tell my mom to burn in hell, take a step back and try to immerse yourself in the beautiful canvas of lies I have created. TAKE CARE.
P.S. Anyone know a good therapist?