I'm sorry, but no. I can't go. I'm not going to the wedding!
What do you mean, "Why?" I'm not going. Don't you understand what's going on in my head right now?
I'm suffering, okay? I don't need to go to the wedding. I haven't even seen him in, what, twenty years?
Special day? Oh, so just because of that, I have to be nice and happy and go with it!? Is he ever going to take the time to give a fuck about me, then?
Why do I have to be all happy and smiley for him? Why can't he be unhappy for the bullshit state I'm in instead? I don't have the emotional energy to be happy for him when he's never spent a single second even thinking about me to begin with.
What!?
FUCK YOU. I HOPE HIS MARRIAGE CRUMBLES INTO FETID DUST OVER THE FECES ROTTING UNDERNEATH IT. I HOPE HIS WIFE SUFFERS MISCARRIAGE AFTER MISCARRIAGE. I HOPE THEY SPILL EACH OTHERS BLOOD AND SUFFOCATE ON THEIR OWN INTESTINES. I HOPE THEY BURN AND SCREAM AND SUFFER UNTIL THEY HAVE AN ACCIDENT AND BECOME RETARDED AND BRAIN-DEAD AND UNABLE TO WASH THEIR OWN SHIT-CAKED ASSHOLES. MOTTLE THEIR HAIR AND CURSE THEM. THEIR CELEBRATIONS TO DEATH. NO BLOOD BUT THEIRS ALONE. ||||YGZAVAJTKTALKIT||||
I don't care about him. I hope he falls into a ditch and dies.
Go away.