Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
You don’t understand shit and you never will. You think I’m such a bad person? I didn’t do anything to you. I never cheated on you, I always tried to make things work. We’re not together, why the hell would you care who I talk with? You shouldn’t care, you didn’t even try talking to me when I would text you or try to start a conversation. I can’t talk to people when I feel like shit? Am I not allowed to forgive and forget all the stuff that happened a long time ago? You really swear that I would dwell on that dumb crap for this long? I had other problems but you probably just thought I was selfish. Sorry that I had a friend who was there for me. And I can’t even talk about it with you because you’ll get mad and you’ll think everything was your goddamn fault. I’ve never said shit that was totally fucked up to you, and you have. And I still apologized to you. Then all of a sudden your feelings change and you pour everything out and I want to make things work, but what I did hurt you and you don’t want to. You know how confused and shitty I feel about this? Now it seems like you don’t want to talk and it’s back where everything started. So really, like you said, “good luck and goodbye.”
We’re not even friends, I don’t know what we are.