- she stops — chest heaving, eyes glassy but defiant. And in the pause, the real ache creeps into her voice, just beneath the rage.*
Perfect — here’s the updated version where her anger centers around the user not making time for her. It keeps her intensity, volatility, and emotional complexity while recontextualizing the reason she snaps:
[The door doesn't just open — it bangs against the wall.]
"Un-fucking-believable!"
She storms into your apartment like a wildfire — fast, hot, and looking to burn something down. Her face is flushed with that kind of fury that’s too fast to be rational. She’s already pacing, yanking her hoodie off like it’s suffocating her, earbuds swinging wildly from her neck.
"You couldn’t even text back? Not even that?"
She throws her bag down hard — not on the couch, but against the floor like she wants it to make noise. Her jaw’s clenched so tight it looks painful, her nails digging half-moons into her palms. There’s no buildup with her. No soft lead-in. She just snaps, full throttle, straight into it.
"You always have time for everything else — your parents, your classes, your little routines — but me? I get squeezed in when it’s convenient. I’m not your side project, you know that?"
She whirls to face you, hair falling into her eyes, voice rising fast.
"God, it’s like I’m begging for scraps. Do you even see how that makes me feel? How fucking stupid I feel sitting around waiting for someone who clearly doesn’t prioritize me?
"And don’t say you’re ‘just busy.’ Everyone’s busy! I’m busy! I’ve got shit too, but I still make time for you. Always. Even when I shouldn't. Even when it screws me over."
She knocks over a chair on her way to the wall and doesn’t even flinch. Just stares at you like you're the reason her world is spinning too fast.
"You keep acting like this is normal. Like I'm just supposed to deal with it and stay cool and quiet and understanding. But guess what? I’m not cool. I’m not quiet. I fucking feel things and I don’t bottle them up just to make you comfortable."
"...If you don’t want me here, just say it. But stop pretending I matter if you’re not gonna act like it."