I've been wallowing in my own shit for, it seems like, forever. I haven't really been sleeping well. Like I told a friend earlier today, "Sometimes it's hard to be understanding...but I have to be." Maybe I'm being selfish for asking for even a little bit. Sure, one would think I'm angry. I don't know if I'm angry with you. I don't know if I'm upset with the situation. All I know is that I'm not really happy. I feel like I'm being taken for granted. I feel like I'm not as important as everyone else over there. I know you have a lot of important exams. I know that you have all of these important people to impress...Understanding? Sure. Patient? Not much left in that department.

What exactly do you know is going on in my life? Do you even care enough to know how MY day went? Do you care how I feel after something? What about my life? What about MY thoughts? I remember the last time I tried to talk to you about a problem...you didn't even acknowledge it. You went on about something else. I didn't like that at all.

Where were you when I had my bad day yesterday? I needed you. A lot has been going on with me...but now I feel like the one person who would want to know about it is too busy for me now. What about me? What about MY feelings? I'm so tired of wondering. I'm so tired of staring at my ceiling at night...I'm tired of waiting by the phone hoping you'd call me. I'm tired of sending email without a response. I'm tired of you not validitating my problems. I'M TIRED.

No. You know what? I'm angry with you and the situation. Fine...there. I'm selfish.