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I've been angry with you for a long time. I try to remain friends and hang out with you, because.. oh, you're the only person I know and you happen to live five fucking minutes away in this foreign "city," but you're always too busy. You're "in the middle of something."
You don't come through with your promise to call. You randomly IM me when NO ONE else is around, and you didn't even know if I went home for Thanksgiving. When I ask you why you're IMing me and why you can't even bother to call me back (what did I do?) you just ask, "What?"
How fucking retarded. You don't even know where I am. That's how little we speak. I'm not looking forward to going back to work if I have to see you because every one is going to wonder why I feel this way, and how the fuck do I explain it? I don't even know.
You don't come through with your promise to call. You randomly IM me when NO ONE else is around, and you didn't even know if I went home for Thanksgiving. When I ask you why you're IMing me and why you can't even bother to call me back (what did I do?) you just ask, "What?"
How fucking retarded. You don't even know where I am. That's how little we speak. I'm not looking forward to going back to work if I have to see you because every one is going to wonder why I feel this way, and how the fuck do I explain it? I don't even know.