You know Carl, you're really a dick sometimes. You mention taking me to a party, and then go without me anyway. You don't even tell me that you're going out for a party. And then after I confront you and I get upset, you get upset back. You try to make it seem like I'm the bad guy for getting mad at you for something that I should get mad at you about. It seems like you're not ever thinking of me, unless you're feeling upset because you had a hard day. You're obviously not thinking of me when you're out having a good time. You're not really thinking at all. I don't care if you didn't have a set party that you were going to. You went out with your friends in search of a party. You planned to party that night, without me. And that's great and all that you want to spend time with your new friends, but leaving your girlfriend behind is not the way to do that. You could have at least called me or something. This is like when you went to the movies with Steven Stark and didn't invite me or even tell me about it until afterwards. The reason I'm so upset about it is that you keep thinking for me. You tell yourself you are doing it for my interests. "Because you would have felt awkward." "Because you didn't need to be dragged into it."
Look, I know we're past the movie thing, and I'm not trying to sound like such a bitch, but could you try to see it from my point of view for once? I really wouldn't even have minded so much if you had just told me about it. It's more infuriating to find out that you weren't thinking of me at all then if you had just called me up to talk about it. You could have called me up and said, "Hey, me and some guys from my hall are going out and looking for a party tonight. I'm sorry but you won't be able to come with us. I'll bring you along next time."
 And as mad as I am that you didn't think about me when you went out, I'm even more angry that you made stupid decisions while you were there. You got drunk. Drunk enough to still be drunk the next morning, and drunk enough to have a hangover the rest of the day. He, who told me himself that he never "really gets drunk. I just get buzzed." I'm really disappointed, and I'm disappointed and upset because you told me you were coming to see me today. We only have the weekends to be together and you fucked it up because you wanted to party more than you wanted to be with me. And don't say that's not true because you would have put some more thought into what you were doing. And you wouldn't have called me up hours before you were even supposed to come over to tell me that you were too hungover to drive. You've got all fucking night to come over and you call me up at 2 pm to tell me that you can't make it? You're really lucky that tomorrow is Labor Day, and you can try and make it up to me.
I'm not trying to sound selfish, but I MOVED TO FLORIDA FOR YOU. I LEFT ALL THE THINGS I CARED ABOUT AND ALL OF MY FRIENDS SO THAT I COULD BE WITH YOU. And you, who says that I'm the best girlfriend ever and that you love me and miss me so much, can't make time for me for one day because you got drunk at a party, that you didn't even invite me to go with you to.


And don't even call me up later and get pissed about this because you're the one who fucked up here, and I'm not going to be sorry for being hurt by you over this.