best friend my ass. i know you're going turn it around to make yourself not look like the bad guy, but sorry toots, you are. all i wanted you to do was come over and hang out with me at my house. that's it. i was just so lonely, so tired of crying over nothing, that i needed someone else here with me. but you weren't feeling well, and i totally respected that. but, woah, how crazy is this? whenever people want to go out, you feel better? man, that's so fucking weird! i'm glad that you can get over feeling bad so quickly! i wish i had that talent.
fuck you, i already know how you're going to react. but i don't want to talk to you. i'd rather stay home alone every weekend than go out there anymore.
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