“You mother ********.” Those words that were hissed at me, not to me, but at me, are going to ring in my head for the rest of my life. (I am a liar...sorry babe.) “You can't—I—No! You're a mother ******** b***h!” It will replay in my mind for seconds before I make some thing that sounds like a snort or a scoff, I can never really tell the difference. “Babe, you're forgetting something. Why would I do any of that?” “You are a selfish b***h,” is the answer that meets the taste of blood in my mouth (sour, it is very sour), that and the echo of a slammed door. (You dented my wall.)
How could you ******** forget I was your best friend?
**I didn't edit this one out. I am thinking that it is mostly unedited because I have been very, very...angry I guess. It's no one's fault in particular, however it is a mixture of things that have been getting on my last nerve for the last couple of weeks. I am about ready to snap at someone. Where is my Elly when I need her? (California is the answer.) Yup, wonderful.
Anyway comment if there are any grammatical, spelling or other errors. Thank you.
