The Conversation to End All Conversation

location: Agadir, Morocco
mood:     Epicly Badass # (1)
music:    Five Finger Death Punch - Never Enough # (2)

1. This was a custom mood that I used for this specific post.
2. Heavy metal. From the The Way of the Fist album, released in 2007. More info from Wikipedia.

Last night I had a conversation with Cassie. And believe it or not, it was the last conversation I plan on having with her.

Below is the conversation we had, typed word for word. If there are typos, I apologize.

C: Isnt wise to piss me off.
J: And why not? Not like I'm trying anyway.
C: Back the fuck off John. Seriously. I'm so not in the mood.
J: Suit yourself. I just don't want to hear you bitch and complain when things go sour.
C: Yaaaa. Actually, you know what? Now would be a good time to say goodbye for good. I have an amazing thing going on right now. And I don't need you bitching to me. Sorry you're in a hell hole but it was your own goddamn decision. So good fucking bye. I'd appreciate it if you never messaged me again. Peace.
J: Me bitching to you? Hardly. And it wasn't my decision.
C: "So good fucking bye. I'd appreciate it if you never messaged me again."
J: If that's what you want, sure. Way to piss five and a half years down the drain for someone who repeatedly treated you like shit.
C: Who cares? We aren't together and never will be again.
J: Apparently you don't.
C: I'm not pissing anything away. You message me to bitch and whine to me the whole time. And I just don't care anymore.
J: If I had a dollar for everytime I've heard that...
C: God you're annoying me. I feel sorry for you. You're THAT bored. You have tolog on Skype just to be a jerkoff? Pity.
J: Oh no no no, I didn't log on for you. You were just conveniently online when I got on.
C: I didn't say for me. I said JERKOFF. God, fucking read.
J: I did read.
C: And although it's not your business, Tyler is moving down here in six months to a year. And we're doing great. Better than you and I ever did. That's for damn sure.
J: I'm glad to hear that, whether you believe it or not.
C: Whatever. Piss off.
J: So do you think you'll have me paid back in full by then?
C: I'll fucking think about it.
J: Haha! Lovely. Taken advantage of yet again.
C: Right now, you're lucky I don't throw your netbook into a blender. I'll pay you back when you give me my lion and my grandmother's necklace.
J: That won't be a problem for me. The question is, will you be able to pay the 500+ back to me when I give it back?
C: Can you seriously not fucking read? Send me my lion and necklace the moment you get back. Or you can forget about it.
J: Oh no, I don't think YOU can read. It's not about sending it when I get back. It's about you having the money you owe me BEFORE I get back.
C: We'll see. If I get the hours then yeah. No shit.
J: You have until the sixth of July.
C: And don't even think of ruining what I gave you. I have so much shit on you. And your precious little newspaper and pictures. I wouldn't think twice. Ok?
J: One more question before I leave you alone. Was there really a family emergency back in May, or did you just need the money for Tyler?
C: ....... I don't lie. Simple. And the "family issue" is still present. So don't fuck with me. I don't want to hear from you unless it's a package with my necklace and lion.
J: Now see, I can endure the loss of my things. The question is, can YOU endure the loss of yours?
C: If you even THINK about doing something with my grandmother's necklace, I will make sure you suffer.
J: Ah, on with threats? Outstanding.
C: Do me a favor. Pull the dick out of your ass.
J: Nah, it's wedged in there good. Do it for me.
C: I rather not come within 100 feet of you.
J: Could have fooled me.
C: Yeah, that's why I'm being a bitch to you. Cause I want to be close to you. Oookay. Why don't you get it John? We're fucking over. I don't love you, in any way. I don't want to be near you. Friends was okay, but now you're even MORE of an asshole.
J: Oh rest assured, I've come to Grips with that. And thanks for noticing my asshole demeanor. I worked hard on it.
C: Simple. Send my stuff. Goodbye. Now letsstop talking before I vomit.
J: Nah, I think in person is more fitting.
C: If you come near my house, I'm calling the cops. Simple. Now please stop talking to me. For the love of a fake God, piss off.
J: Lets put it this way. You don't want to see me again, so you're playing by my rules, since what I have of yours is more important to you than what you have of mine.
C: You. Aren't. Allowed. Near. Me.
J: Thats fine. But again, we're playing by my rules. When I see the money you owe me, you'll see your lion and necklace.
C: No shit! Omg you're such a worthless piece of shit.
J: Thank you.
C: I honestly wish we never met.
J: That makes two of us. Never saw eye to eye and never got along.
C: No shit. I made the biggest mistake by "waiting for you."
J: And I made the mistake of falling for your bullshit, immature drama.
C: Aww. How cute. You think I care. I'm the dramatic one, when I've said bye to you like, six times. And you won't shut the fuck up. You just want to keep on talking.
J: Yep. Hard headed people have the tendency to do that.
C: So piss off.
J: Yeah, you do the same. Until I see my money, au revoir.
C: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. God, I'm glad I still have all your info. Bye whore.