Just feeling a little... put off

I don't even know if its true. I don't have confirmation or anything like that. What i have is a picture on Facebook of a hand with a ring and lots of people congratulating her. What I DON'T have is a personal call or text message saying "I am getting married" or "I got engaged". So what she has in return is nothing from me. I cant help but feel like I have been slighted. I am supposed to be one of her best friends, whether we say that to each other or not, you cant be rabbit partners like we are unless you are good, close, confiding friends. I feel like I have been just lumped into a category all along with everybody else, like god and all of Facebook. Since when is it ok to get engaged and not tell your close friends personally? It fucking hurts my feelings. And if that makes me a selfish, crying, little baby then so be it.
I don't even think these are the types of things I wanted to write about in this fucking blog. I have so many more interests, but lately all i feel are petty emotions. I haven't been talking to another of my best friends since she bought herself almost the exact same purse as I have around Christmas time. Now THAT sounds incredibly petty. But that also hurt my feelings.
What it does is make me feel like, I don't know, overshadowed? Or unimportant? or like less than unique, less than interesting, less than I am.
And how do I go about explaining these feelings to this friend who doesn't even have a clue how much it bothered me that she bought the exact same color and brand, but different style of purse as I bought myself;? Typing it out is supposed to help clear my mind, right? Not working.
So these are things in my head

and one or two more

slightly off the wall

this one particular customer of mine.... 7 ways from Sunday. SEVEN WAYS FROM SUNDAY. I would. yep, I would. Well, maybe in an alternate reality.

and

strange events from a couple weeks ago, have left me still reeling. Some things never stay buried, even with all the mental dirt I have been trying to shovel over it. 7 years of imaginary dirt. damn... damn it to hell.