okay, let me explain to you why I’m stressed:

I’m stressed because I’m not going to waste my time driving out there to go hang out with you when you’re sick, we tried that before and it didn’t work. You sound like death over the phone and as though you don’t even want to see me, which you don’t. You just want to see someone, it doesn’t matter who it is- and I don’t do that anymore. I’m not some fucking place holder when you’re lonely. I’m Meaghan-fucking-Fenner, and you’d better treat me with a load more respect.

I’m a fucking boon to have around. You’d best remember that.