'Why do you miss her?'

Why don't you fucking get it?
'Because you don't understand.'
'You miss her because I don't understand?'
'Yes.'
'You don't make sense.'
'SEE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!'
'Calm the fuck down.'
I'm Kayla Walling and I do what I want.
'No! You don't understand. I don't know why you seem to think it matters so fucking much anyway.'
'Because I want to know.'
'And I want to know why you think everything is your business.'
'You're my best friend.'
No. I'm not.
'That doesn't mean I have to tell you everything.'
'Yes it does.'
No. It doesn't.
'Please, tell me where the fuck that's written in a friendship rule book.'
'All best friends tell each other everything.'
'No, they don't.'
I never had to tell her everything, now did I? She just knew.
'Yes, they do.'
'And here we are. Back to you not understanding.'
'I WANT to understand.'
Oh, I sure.
'The best sort of understanding is the kind you don't have at all.'
'Oh, so now you're all deep and shit?'
Wow. Now I'm not allowed to break into random life-enriching moments?
'Deeper than the Marianas Trench.'
'Whatever.'

Why do I even bother with these people anymore?