Was she mentally ill? Did someone beat her upside the head for what happened with her and Faith's boy and, if so, how in the hell had he managed to miss it? "You're lurking on pages where he and his friends are having laughs. Moping about it. That is stalking. Might not be physically around him or talking to him directly, but your nose is still in everything that he's doing and it's turning you into a pathetic mess."
Aw, damn. Why did he have to pry? Now he was going to actually have to listen. And care. Caring wasn't fun. Not unless Buffy was involved somehow. Sighing, Spike reached forward and pushed the screen to her laptop shut. For one thing, that wasn't helping her at all. Common sense. She needed it. "It was different with me and Buffy. I knew I could change her mind about me. Found a way, too, didn't I? What's your game plan, hmm? Any idea on how you're going to swindle your way back into his circle of trust again or are you reaching at straws that aren't even there?" Spike had to admit that for a while there that was what he had been doing. Reaching for nothing. It wasn't until he got his soul that he believed he had a real shot with her. Maybe not as a love interest, but he had been determined to earn her respect one way or another.
"If you really think you can win him back into your life? Fine. I'll pretend I said anything about you being pathetic and stupid. If not, get over it. Move on. It's not gonna change."