I just don't fucking understand.

EVERYBODY wants to fucking piss me off.
Everyone just has to fucking choose TODAY to piss me the fuck off. I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW STUPID YOU CAN POSSIBLY BE.

You're making your significant other choose between the two things that he loves, you and track. Do you even realize what you're doing to him? You need to calm the fuck down and stop being so fucking goddamn selfish. Learn to be tolerant or understanding. He isn't a superhuman and he's not capable of doing anything on your goddamn whim. He has his own fucking things to do and if you can't fucking handle that, then you obviously are too blind and self-centered to realize the choice that would have quelled an entire argument about the stupidest thing ever. He can't spend  every goddamn moment waiting on you, holding your fucking hand, and carrying your ego around like a fucking princess, and you just have to deal with that. BUT SINCE YOU FUCKING CAN'T, YOU GUYS BROKE UP OVER THE STUPIDEST REASON, AND IT'S YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO WEAK TO GO ON WITHOUT HIM.
YOU SHOULD BE STRONGER. SHOULDN'T NEED A FUCKING GUY TO DEFINE WHO YOU ARE OR SET A FUCKING STANDARD AS TO HOW PEOPLE SEE YOU. YOU DON'T NEED TO FUCKING CLING ONTO HIM LIKE HE'S YOUR CANE AS YOU TRY TO WALK DOWN A PATH WITH ONE LEG. I AM PRETTY SURE GOD HAS BLESSED YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF A EXISTENCE WITH TWO LEGS. USE THEM, YOU MOTHER FUCKER. WALK BY YOURSELF.

UGH WASN'T EVEN THE ONLY FUCKING THING THAT PISSED ME OFF TODAY.
FUCKING DUMB ASS MS C. You always bash on the trumpet section, but seriously, what the goddamn fuck. Who was the one that let their sorry excuse of a trumpet player in the fucking band in the first place. YOU BASH ON THEM TIME AFTER TIME, YEAR AFTER YEAR, BUT YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THE GROWTH OF STUPIDITY IN THE BAND BY REGULATING THE SIZE AND SETTING STANDARDS AND REQUIREMENTS.
I just don't fucking understand. I just don't.