Wednesday, 23 September 2009

call.


if you say you're going to call at a certain time, i expect you to call. when you don't, i'm disappointed. when i make mention of it, you get defensive. when it happens four+ nights in a row, i'm over it.


i'm over it.

it's not nagging when i bring to your attention your blatant disregard for other people's feelings. actually, i'm sick of being nice about it. YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT.

why would i kill myself to make something work from 2,300 miles away when you can't even manage to pick up the phone... or heaven forbid you text me to say goodnight.

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