I am doubly furious and disgusted now. I can’t stand to think about you or us or what just happened. I can’t believe you’re just going to go out to your party like that’s important to you.

God how I wish I could talk to you sometimes.

I hate the way things are now, I hate the way we act about each other. I just can’t stand it. It’s so horrible and stiff and fake, and I’m so full of resentment and anger and I can’t tell if it belongs to you or if I just put it there.