is screaming on her phone about some “freakin’ bitch” who did something so “freakin’ stupid” that she cannot even “freakin’ believe it.” Oh my god.
I can’t hear the details of the conversation, but either way I’m sure that the alleged-bitch did something so incredibly, terribly, dramatic, and life shattering, and like the worst thing ever.
She goes on and on about how she isn’t just some 18-year old girl. She is someone. She has a purpose. Mr. Wrong is getting an earful about how she’s “pissed” because he didn’t say goodbye this morning.
It happened again and again and again.
Slams the phone down and begins to text message (a more private outlet used to cause drama and deliver unheard I love you’s).
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