Wednesday, August 16, 2006

WHAT. THE. HELL.

You know, I'm gonna chalk that up to you being tired and crabby. I sure <i>hope</i> thats the reason. Otherwise, honest to god. I'm not asking for a fucking diamond ring, I just want you to call me. Or say hello. Or for christs sake, let me know whats going on so I can get it straight in my head. At least I didn't THINK that was too much to ask. I mean, it's not like I'm pushing for a boyfriend or a husband or something.

God knows I don't want to take up any more of your precious time. Wouldn't want to goof-off and throw off your schedual.

I'm so confused. And you know what? My feelings are hurt. They weren't hurt until tonight, not once, but you've managed to pull it off.

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