SORRY

Really? Our friendship is ending over a fucking ring? You're going to sit here and tell me that I'm a bad friend and blah de fucking blah because you lost your fucking ring at my house? Well if it meant so fucking much to you maybe you shouldn't have taken off in the first plac.e Maybe if your fucking family was smart enough to buy insurance on such an expensive ring you wouldn't be in the predicament. Don't fucking stand there and tell me that I'm a bad friend because I can't find your ring. AND THEN don't tell me that it's "not about the ring anymore, it's because [I] stand [you] up and [I've] decided to stay with my 'asshole' husband." Um, gee, fucking SORRY my husband and I worked out. And SORRY I can't fucking go to midnight movie showings because I have a fucking CHILD. SORRY they mean more to me than you do. Oh fucking no! My family means more to me than you! SORRY the entire fucking world doesn't revolve around your princess ass. SORRY you try to use depression as your source of downfall, but fuck! You have the medicine, you choose not to take that shit. You choose to be the source of your OWN downfall. It's prescribed to you for a reason, don't go taking that shit out on me.

MOTHER FUCKER.

And one more thing you fucking cunt, don't ever threaten my family again.