At the end of the day, Ashley sat down and cried.
She was angry and sad and regretful and confused all at the same time.
That morning, her friend Jane had replied to the email she had sent last night.

omg!!!u r little miss make ur friend feel bad then tel them u DONT hate them!!! thats mean enough as it is!!!! and atf gives u the idea that i cant handle myself and that i always depend on other people!!! ur SO mean to me!!! and FYI i like to actually have fun in life!!! u r just leting out all ur emotions on me!!! y me??!!!!! i wouild b able to handle ur mood swings if they werent as big as the titanic!!! one min. ur all funny and nice and friendly than the next, WOAH !!! buckle up its a bumpy ride!!!! filled with hatred, befriending and emotional damage!!!

It went on for ages more.
Calm down, Ashley. she said to herself. It’s okay, it’s okay. You can do just fine without her.
The problem was, she knew she couldn’t.
She turned Fall Out Boy up to full volume, and wished it was all over.